(A/N: Reference from the movie, One Night with the King)
Oh my God. This is not really happening. I am speechless. Wait! What's he doing here? I mean I know that I had a long day and it was rough. But now, my mind wants to play tricks on me?
"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." His baritone voice clinged to my ears and kissed my spirit. I couldn't even speak; in a trance. This beautiful man. This honey glazed, sultry hazel eyed, (Suprisingly, I could see through his glasses good enough) heavenly sculptured man is in front of me. I didn't even realize he was that short. On TV, he seemed much taller. Now, I'm not the biggest fan of Prince but I can't deny that he is amazing and a pioneer for music. So beautiful and enchanting. And the bad thing about it is, he's not even trying to show off. He's himself.
He waved his hand in my face and said, "Are you alright?" I snapped out of my trance and immediately said that I was fine. I simply apologized for hitting his car and told him that I would have my insurance pay for it. I get like this after a busy day. Unfocused, exhausted and looking for something to distract myself with.
"No, it's alright. You're fine. Besides, you didn't damage anything. You just scraped some paint off the front." Oh Thank God.
"Well, what brings you here?" I asked.
"I'm actually going to get some food, actually. But I'm a little lost. " He responded.
"Oh, well. I hope you enjoy your food and get to your location . And again, I'm sorry." I couldn't really say much. I mean, come on, it's Prince.
I slowly backed away from him and got back into my car. I crank the engine up and wait for him to get back in his car so that I could leave. He's not moving. I look in my rear view mirror and see that he hasn't moved since, he's just staring. Now he's coming over to my side. I rolled down my window and he said that he felt like he just had to do something for me. But my thing is, why?
"Would you like to join me?" He asked.
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
Wow. I am shocked. Did he just randomly invite me to dinner? But can I really pass this up? I haven't even eaten since lunch and that was hours ago.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked nervously.
"It's nothing special. Just something to indulge in." Indulge in? Alright I love him, but I don't like where this going.
He could tell I was uncomfortable because he said, "Don't worry. It'll be fine, nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen." I sighed in relief but I was still skeptical. But I figured this is a famous singer and musician so, nothing should happen, right? I accepted his offer and he jogged over to his car and backed up for me to park my car in the driveway. He got back out of his car and opened the door for me so that we could drive in his car and go to the restaurant. Wherever it is, I hope it's soul food. I've been dying for some all day. I could really go for some cornbread.
While we're on the road, he was the phone making adjustments to his reservation while I was nervously quiet looking out the window just waiting for God to give me a sign on what to do next. He hung up the phone and asked if I wanted to listen to some music. I agreed and he turned on the radio. And on the radio was a slow jam from back in the day playing. How awkward it was for this song to be playing on a stranger's basis of communication.
Instantly, I had no choice but to turn the song up and start dancing and singing along. Famous or not, nobody's going to stop me from having fun. He started giggling and couldn't help but be surprised that I was so open to have that courage in order to have fun and play music so loudly without a care in the world. Without me noticing, I didn't realize he was watching me and we instantly started to laugh from my little cute dance. This seems like a good night so far.
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We arrived at the restaurant and it looked real fancy. I'm used to eating at Hard Rock Cafe, Cheesecake Factory, even Wing Stop. But this is way more than hometown dining. Cafe and Bar Lurcat. Fancy! We were escorted to our table and we sat in the mere corner of the restaurant. Which I didn't understand because no one was there. Besides the bartender, hostess, waitress and cooks. Also, it's 2:00 in the morning, how are they even open? Don't restaurants usually open around 8? 9? Maybe even 10:00 in the morning ? But then again, this is a celebrity. Anything can happen.
Close enough, I'm sipping on my water and just looking around admiring the scenery. And there he is, staring at me. Is something on my face? I looked down at my fingertips to pass time and wait patiently for someone to take our order.
"Do you believe in God?" He asked randomly. Whoa, that's random. Why would he suspect that about me? Do I give off a certain energy? I mean I'm not the most religious but I do have my beliefs.
"Uh, yes. I do. Actually, one of my favorite books from the Bible is the book of Esther."
"Esther?"
"Yes. She's a very heavy influence on my life."
"How come?" Oh, he's very curious about this. So, out of all the bible things, that you've heard or listened to, you've never heard of this iconic woman? How is that even possible?
"Well, to make a long story short, I've always loved her story because, even though, she was a small town girl, she had her doubts, questioned herself and never really knew her purpose in life. But she had faith and she used her talents to persuade and have the king fall in love with her. She was different from most girls because, she had God on her side. And he could just tell by that one night with him."
"Well, what happened on that one night?" He asked.
I cleared my throat and said, "The king heard from one of his Royal guards that one of the candidates from his little "contest" could read and interpret different languages. So, he summoned for her. That candidate was Esther. So, later on that night, the guard woke her up and told her to come with him to the king's chambers. And without hesitation, she went. The guard explained to her that she would read him the all of what work had been done around the kingdom. By leaving them alone, she sat across from him, with a curtain in between them, never to look upon him, so she thought. So, she's reading and reading, suddenly she senses that he feels compelled for her to recite another story. Out of boredom and then she decided to tell him the story of Jacob."
"Hello, I'm your server for today, Ashley. What can I start you off with?" The waitress commented.
"Oh, I'm...I'll just get the...." damn I didn't even read the menu. So I scurried around and chose the first thing that I saw for an appetizer and a drink. "I'll have mozzarella sticks and a coke."
Wait, is he paying for this? If not, I have got to tread lightly. You know how most of these celebrities are they like to show off how boujee they are around their friends and express how much money they got. When I make it big in the beauty industry, I hope and pray that I don't end up like that. I mean, you can be boujee. Just don't have a nasty attitude to come along with it.
"Alright, anything for you, sir?" She asked.
"I'll just have a water with lemon."
Water with lemon? Man's got class.
"Alright, I will be back shortly with your appetizer." She walked off and which led me to lose my train of thought.
"You were saying?" He gestured for me to continue.
"Oh, right. Where was I?"
"The story of Jacob."
"Oh. So while she's telling him the story, he can't help but feel intrigued to hear more. So as she's going on, he stops her and asks why would she feel the need to tell him this when that was not in her command? A story about love? She couldn't be serious, he thought. So he tests her by using knowledge and questioning who she is, as far as where she's from, what does she do? Does she value love over loyalty? Or vice versa? How come he's never heard of her? She answers the best way that she can and then after a brief moment of silence, he motions for her to see what he does in his spare time. She obeys. So he shows her what he does: makes pottery. He goes into detail about how beautiful pottery is and how art stimulates his mind. While he's in his own little bubble, one touch from her alone, caused for him to feel as if he found someone that could ease his tormented soul. But before he could go through with that act of intimacy, he sent her away."
He's sitting back in his chair. He's crossed his legs, hands folded, closed eyes and not saying a thing. Am I just speaking to brick wall now? Hello, say something!
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He opened his eyes and said, "Shhh...I'm trying to picture that scene...it's beautiful."
I couldn't help but feel like a school girl listening to her teacher. What goes on in that head of his? Does he even listen to his head most of the time?
I stayed silent. He opened his eyes and snickered at himself. The waitress came back and handed me my appetizer. I offered him a stick and he politely declined. While eating, I noticed that he was waiting for me to finish.
"What happened after? Did she come back?" He asked. I gulped down the rest of the chewed up cheese stick in my mouth and said that she did come back and that is where they finally decided to give their love a try but, little did they know trouble was creeping around their door.
He didn't really seem to like that too well. So, he decided that he wanted to switch subjects. Rude.
"I never got your name, actually."
"Raynella."
"Raynella? That's new. What does it mean?"
"It's from the origin name Raynelle. It's Hebrew and it means Queen. My mom just added the "a" to make it sound more....uh... pretty."
"Well you don't really look like a Queen. More like a Dawn or a Minnie Mouse." He said.
"Well you don't look like a Prince. More like a John. Or a Donald Duck. " I responded jokingly. I must've struck a nerve because the look on his face, you don't even want to know what it looked like...
"Nice try. You really thought that was funny?" He giggled. Had me scared for a minute. Good thing, he can take a joke.
"Yeah, I do."
"Oh really?..." He started to do his best Donald Duck impression and it was so spot on, we busted out laughing.
"Alright. What would you like for dinner tonight?" Ashley came back and asked. Okay. Rude again.
"I'll take a veggie wrap."
"And I'll take the shrimp tacos with French fries."
"Okay, all set. I'll be back with your food in a few." Ashley mentioned.
She left and here we are again in the same awkward position already. Suddenly, I started to yawn and while covering my mouth, he noticed it.
"Seems like you had a long day?" He asked.
"Yes. But it's a different type of long day. Customers, bills, unexpected surprises..."
"Surprises? What kind?"
"The kind of surprise that could possibly run me out of business or be considered for something other than actual business."
"Come on, was it really that bad?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
He looked at me in curiosity which made me feel like I had to say the obvious.
"It was.... the customers and...they were intimate. A little too intimate, I might add. It was embarrassing and I hope it never happens again. But I kind of....can't be that upset now that I think about it."
"Why?"
"The flash cards that I had were intimate."
"Oh?"
"One thing to another happened... and I caught them having sex in my little garden."
He looked blown away from what I had just said. Has he never seen or heard anyone have sex before? Come on, you literally have a song called Do Me, Baby. And the extended version? Honey, don't even get me started!
"Garden?" He asked while sipping on his water.
"I have my sessions there."
"Sessions?"
"I have this business that focuses on pleasure and self love and being able to accept who you are. Like, self confidence."
"Hmph...maybe I should stop by one day." He mentioned.
"Well we'd be glad to have you come over."
Ashley came back to our table and gave us our food. It looked so good and I felt like devouring it. By eating, I looked up to see him not eating anything. I ate half the shrimp taco and instantly I felt full.
"Do you have any dreams?" He asked.
I nodded my head and said that it was my dream to be known all over the world as a specialist for massages and more.
"That's nice. I'm happy for you. Are you ready to leave?"
I wiped the remaining sauce from the corner of my mouth, asked the waitress for a to go box because I was going to need it for tonight and got up to go with him back to the shop. He paid the restaurant and we left for his car. By thanking the restaurant, we waved goodbye and out to his car , we went and he opened my door for me before entering his side of the car. We left the restaurant and drove back to the shop.
He parked his car and we sat in the parking lot. "Thank you again, I appreciate it." I said to him. He took my hand and kissed it, "You're welcome." I smirked and opened the door to get out. But before I could leave, he stopped me and asked if I was busy. I told him that unfortunately I was and that I probably wouldn't see him again, as a joke.
"Don't worry, I'll see you again. Minnie Mouse." He said.
I giggled and replied, "Okay, Donald Duck." I closed his car door and went back to my car while he drove into the night.
Wow. Did that just happen?
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