EBONY
"Honey, are you sure going on a date tonight is a good idea ? " Sanaa asked her daughter as she watched her get ready.
After her little encounter with Chresanto, which went very well since she got a date out of it, Ebony couldn't help but tell everything to her sisters and cousin. She didn't know why, but she was just so excited about it and couldn't wait to spend some time with Chresanto.
Once they were done at the mall, they went back to her mother's house and of course they had to tell her what was going on. That's how close all the women of this family were; they always knew something about somebody's business.
Now, they were all currently at Eb's apartment, helping her to get herself together. Paris insisted on doing her hair, while Lyona absolutely wanted to do her makeup. Deka helped to pick the outfit. Sanaa was the emotional and mental support; she was making sure that her daughter was truthfully ready to already mess with a new man.
"Yes, mama," Ebony simply answered as she started getting annoyed.
"You just broke up with the asshole though."
"I know, but don't worry, I'm good. I'm not going to be confused or anything like that. I stopped having real feelings for Jerome a very long time ago. At one point, we were both staying in this relationship just to stay, nothing was really going on. We didn't kiss for the past six months or so. Sex life was nonexistent after the second year. We were there only physically, well barely, but emotionally and mentally ? We've been detached," she explained, hoping that it was enough to comfort her mother.
"Okay. I just wanted to make sure that you know what you are doing. I don't need you out there jumping from a relationship to another one, and another one, to then end up completely broken. I just want what's best for my babies." She sat next to her.
"I know." They hugged. "I love you."
"I love you more. So ? What's that Chresanto about ? What do you know about him ? "
Eb nervously bit on her bottom lip, feeling as if she was sixteen all over again. She already knew how her mother was going to act after her response. "Well...I don't know much about him. That's why we're going on this date."
Sanaa instantly frowned, looking at her oldest daughter as if she was crazy. She stood on her feet. "Are you out of your damn mind ? You're going out with a stranger ? Oh hell nah ! "
She sighed. "Mom, I'm a grown woman. You won't cancel my plans."
"Don't be too sure about that. You know me, Ivory. But seriously, what were you thinking when you said yes ? Anything can happen to you tonight. He could be a serial killer, or a rapist or worst." She began panicking.
"Or he could be her future husband and father of her children. Did you think about it ? This is also a possibility." Lyona joined the conversation as she chose a lipstick to put on her big sister.
"True," Paris agreed as she unplugged the flat iron since she was done doing her sister's hair.
"And you taught us self-defense. Do you remember when you forced us to go to your kick-boxing classes ? " Deka also intervened, while the three sisters nodded their heads.
Sanaa sighed in defeat. "Y'all right. Sorry, I'm just a mother." She shrugged, sitting back down.
Eb chuckled. "And you're a good one. Don't worry, and trust your work, you raised us right. As soon as I feel unsaved, I'm getting the fuck outta there." Her mother slightly popped her in her mouth. "Mama ! "
"Don't be crazy, cause I will show you crazy."
"I'm sorry." She licked her lips, slightly frowning.
"Well, we'll be there, waiting for you."
Eb instantly shook her head. "No, I don't think so."
"Girl, we need details," Paris said, looking at her as if she had lost her whole mind.
She rolled her eyes. "I swear, y'all so nosey. But don't worry, I'll tell you everything tomorrow or maybe the next day. I don't know exactly when I'll be back home."
Her mother smacked her teeth. "Oh, I see. Are you planning to do something you shouldn't do ? "
"Please, auntie ! " Deka fanned her off. "She's grown ! Getchu freak on, sis ! "
"Aye ! " Lyona began twerking as her cousin hyped her on, while Sanaa looked at them with squinted eyes.
"But she's not ready for a whole damn baby. Correct me if I'm wrong, Ebony."
It didn't take her too long to agree. "You're not. And I never planned to have sex with him. Anyways, let me get dressed before I be late."
As she was about to stand up from her bed, her little sister stopped her. "Don't move ! Let me wipe off that powder and put the lipstick on." She did as she said, then finished the makeup with a setting spray. After that, Ebony went in the bathroom to put her dress on.
She looked at herself in the mirror, liking what Lyona did with her face. Her skin looked flawless and she was glowing like a disco ball thanks to the highlighter she used. Her eyeshadow was well done, not being too extra, as she liked it. And she was definitely obsessed with her dark red lipstick from NYX. She passed her hands through her hair, also satisfied with the work.
She unbuttoned her robe and threw it somewhere, leaving her in her undergarments, before putting on her dress. She decided to wear a black French Connection Scubalicious halter fitted dress, which she accompanied with a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti sandal heels and some jewelries.
She didn't want to do much, so she just put earrings on, a ring on her right ring finger and an elegant watch-and-bracelet set from Style & Co on her left wrist. She hesitated to wear a necklace, but finally set on not putting it on because she personally thought it would be too much with the way the dress was.
She went back in her room, where her family wasn't present anymore, then to her huge closet and checked herself in her full-length mirror. "Okay, girl ! You better work it ! " She complimented herself, snapping her fingers.
She then chose a perfume and sprayed it on herself. After that, she grabbed her bag and faux fur cape, hoping it will be enough to keep her warm. Today, although they were still in winter, the weather wasn't too cold, so she wasn't too worried about that. Plus, Chresanto told her they were going to be inside most of the time.
She didn't know exactly what to expect from this date. First reason was because Chresanto didn't tell her much since he wanted to surprise her; the second reason was because she didn't know him personally; and the third reason, there were so many possibilities for how this date could go, from great to very bad.
She was hoping for the best, but got herself mentally ready for the worst also.
She took a couple of pictures with her phone, then joined her family in her living room. "He's supposed to be here in like ten minutes."
"So, we're leaving in like five. Have fun, but not too much. And do not hesitate to call us if anything happens," her mother told her before giving her a motherly hug.
"I know, and thank you." She hugged her cousin and her sisters, then they left, not really rushing out the door. Ebony only had time to take a deep breath before she got an iMessage from Chresanto, telling her that he was pulling up in front of her building in a few minutes. She replied with an alright, and sat down, waiting a bit before leaving her apartment.
Since she was getting anxious, she suddenly ran to her closet and checked out her outfit one more time.
"Stop it, girl. It's okay, you look great. This date is going to be good, let's put this into existence. God, please, I hope he's a nice guy." She felt like she was going to throw up everything she ate from the past week.
She didn't know why she was getting so nervous. She was acting as if her life depended on this date. Being on the market again was scaring her. Since things didn't really work out with Jerome, now she had to do everything all over again and it was freaking her out. She wasn't really good when it came to relationships and interactions with the opposite sex; it was stressing her out more than anything else.
What if Chresanto turned out to be another Jerome ?
CHRESANTO
He cleared his throat as he rang the bell, trying to calm his nerves. It wasn't his first time taking someone on a date, but for some reason, he was putting a lot of pressure on himself for this one. He didn't know what it was about Ebony, but he wanted this night to be perfect for her.
As he was waiting for her to answer the door, he couldn't help but wonder if his outfit was appropriate for the occasion. He was wearing a dark blue classy shirt, which was tucked into his black dress pants, with the top two buttons unbuttoned, giving him a Latin lover type of vibe; black Gucci leather moccasin shoes, and since they were still in winter, he was also wearing his long black trench coat, his black Gucci scarf and leather gloves. He went to his barber yesterday to get cleaned, his nails didn't look like a struggle and he was smelling good. His breath was alright also.
No lie, he was feeling himself a little bit.
"Oh, I wasn't expecting you to come get me at my door."
"Well, I hope it's not a problem. Is it ? " he asked, as his eyes travelled her body from the top to the bottom.
He couldn't see her dress, but with what he could already see, he thought that she was looking wonderful. Her face was glowing and he loved the lipstick she had on. Dark lipsticks were one of his weaknesses. He just found it so sexy on a woman; the dark color added confidence and also mystery, intriguing him to get to know her more.
She had black hair, another one of his weaknesses. He didn't care about the length, but as long as you had black hair, he was interested. Then he quickly looked at her toes since she had open shoes, and he was glad to see that she was taking care of them, as he let out a small sigh of relief, which sounded like a normal sigh to Ebony.
"Oh, not at all. It's nice. Let me just grab my bag and we're out." She did that, then locked the door behind her. She led the way to the elevator and soon they were getting in the car. As the gentleman Chresanto was, he helped her to get in.
"Your car is something else. Never seen one like this before," she commented looking at the interior, which had a design that made you feel immediately comfortable, even though the color black was dominant. You could see some touches of royal blue, like the door handles, the steering wheel, dashboard and on the headrests where his name was written in italic. The car ceiling looked like a dark sky with millions of stars shining through.
"Should I say thanks ? "
"Hell yeah ! " she exclaimed, making them chuckle. "And your seat feels like a big cushion, not your typical leather or polyester seat. What is it ? "
"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you after," he joked, "this is actually something I'm working on. I'm testing it before putting it on the market."
"Oh...I see. I'll stop asking questions then."
"Thank you. Well, are you ready to go ? By the way, you look pretty."
"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself. And yes ! Can't wait to see where we're going. You told me to dress classy but comfortable, I hope I did well."
"For what I can see, yes you did. You look beautiful."
She smiled. "Thanks. You look good too, Black King."
"Thanks, Black Queen." He started the car and got them to their destination, which took them almost an hour. When Ebony saw the name of the restaurant, her eyes opened widely as she unintentionally gasped in shock.
Il Magnifico was a well known Italian restaurant, where all the very important people went to eat. Politicians were often there and it was the perfect place to have business meetings. Many royalty from other countries were also regular clients. You had to make your reservation at least three months in advance to be sure to get a table. Five or six months when it was the holiday season, like Christmas or even Valentine's Day.
Ebony's heartbeat quickened as she wondered who exactly Chresanto was to take her there. More questions were running through her mind when she realized that they had the entire restaurant to themselves as they entered. She was at first confused when he got some keys out and used them to open the door as if he was the owner, but now she was getting it, kind of. She was so shocked.
"Let me take this for you," he said, motioning her cape as he took his coat off as well.
Ebony gave it to him, still looking around, impressed. The restaurant had black walls, a black carpet, black tables dressed in white sheets and black chairs, giving a dark vibe at first, but the white lights brought the brightness the room needed, giving an intimate atmosphere. Some paintings decorated the walls, reminding people where the owner was from, Italia. It seemed like they were telling a story.
There was a bar at the back, connected to the kitchen. A little stage on the right side, where the band usually played music, to set an even more classy but cozy atmosphere. The large windows at each side of the principal door brought natural light in, adding some romance.
She looked up and noticed that somebody actually painted a mural on the ceiling and it went so well with the rest of the decoration. It was a sky, with clouds and the colors used were dark, so it didn't take all the attention, but it sure was intriguing. It seemed like you could see faces through the clouds; Ebony was soon losing herself in it.
"Impressed ? " Chresanto chuckled, getting her out of her trance.
She looked at him, not too sure of her whereabouts for a moment. "Oh ! Sorry, I'm so sorry. It's so beautiful. I understand why this restaurant has so much popularity. It's amazing. But uh, I have a question though."
"Yes ? " He raised a brow.
"How ? " she nervously asked, not wanting to sound rude or anything. She was just really not expecting this for their first date.
He beamed, showing his dimples. "Mr. José is a friend of mine," he answered truthfully, while he hung her cape and his coat.
A couple of years ago, Chresanto helped to customize Mr. José's son's car and somehow it helped to rekindle the relationship between the father and son. Mr. José was so grateful, and since then he swore he owed Santo a favor, so he always got his back. Santo never asked him for anything until today, for this date.
She nodded her head. "Oh...I see. Well, thank you so much for this. I feel special." she honestly said, making him smile.
"Great. Follow me, please." He held his hand towards her, and she gladly slid her hand in, happy to feel the smoothness of his skin.
What kind of lotion is he using ? And how does the other parts of his body feel like ? She immediately ordered her brain to put those thoughts away. It wasn't the time nor the place.
They went to the kitchen, which was the biggest one she'd ever been in. She quickly noticed that some ingredients were out on a metal countertop. "Oh ! Are we supposed to cook ? " she asked, smirking.
"Yes ! I hope you don't mind. I thought it would be cool, so we can get to know each other and it's a little different from the usual dinner date."
"I agree. What's on the menu ? "
"Well, we're taking care of the main menu and the dessert, but for appetizer we're having nachos and pomegranate guacamole."
"Oh ! I love nachos and guacamole." She got excited as they went to the bar, where they sat at the counter. Well, Ebony sat down while Chresanto made their cocktails. So far, it was the best date she ever had. Like, the man was willing to do all of that and he knew nothing about her, except her first and last name...and career.
While they enjoyed the appetizer, they told each other about their day, getting more comfortable with one another. Once they were done with this, they went back in the kitchen to cook the rest of their dinner. Ebony really liked that idea; it was different from the usual dates as he said.
Chresanto on the other hand was more relaxed than at the beginning of the evening, seeing that Ebony was enjoying the date. Since he got her number, he'd been thinking about this date and what they could do to make it an exceptional night. It was when he talked with his father and brother that he got the ideas and he didn't waste time to start organizing it.
"So, tell me more about yourself. Do you have siblings ? " she asked while she beat the mixture with an electronic mixer. While she was making their dessert, a tiramisu, Chresanto was cooking the main meal, which consisted of roasted asparagus, white rice and seared salmon with balsamic glaze.
He first put the asparagus on the side since he was done with it, before answering her question and starting on the rice. "I have one brother, he's younger than me. His name's Chadwick, but I call him by his middle name, Chance. What about you ? "
"Well, I'm gonna do short or we'll be here forever if I have to explain the whole situation with my family," she began, shaking her head just thinking about it.
"Well, we have time," he said nonchalantly.
"Okay. I have multiple siblings on my paternal side, but I know none of them. I don't really have a relationship with my sperm donor. Then on my mother's side, I have two little sisters, Paris and Lyona, but none of us have the same father. Are you and your brother ''full'' siblings ? " She made the quotation marks with her fingers.
"No, but yes. We have different mothers, but we consider each other full brothers," he answered, hoping that she wasn't going to question him about his mother. It was a subject he didn't like to talk about.
"Yeah, I understand. My sisters and I feel the same way, then there's my cousin Deka whom we're really close with. She's like the fourth sister. So, what do you do for a living ? "
"I own a huge car shop slash a garage, so you can get car accessories, get your car customized, repaired and all that."
"Oh, what's the name ? "
"At Santo's."
She nodded, thinking. "I think I heard or saw something about that. I'll stop by one day. I do need to get some things done on my car."
"And since you know the owner, you can get some discounts."
She hummed quickly, "I didn't want to sound greedy, but since you said it...aye, it's lit." She made a little dance move, making him chuckle as she continued to whip the cream into the egg mixture.
He finished seasoning the salmon. "What about you ? I mean, do you do something aside being an interior designer ? By the way, my father chose something yet ? "
"No, I don't have a side hustle. I aspire to become the most known interior designer and I can say that I'm on the road to this goal. And he chose number two. We'll start on this on Monday."
"Cool, can't wait to see the final result. So, being an interior designer is the career you've always wanted ? "
She smiled. "Yes ! Since I was about five, I've always been interested in this field. We were moving often around Chicago for a few years and although it can be annoying to some kids, I loved it because it meant that we were going to decorate a new house or apartment. I was always excited about that. Putting together the colors, the furniture, giving a whole new life to a room..." She sighed happily. "It's so joyful. I can go through the worst day ever and feel super down, but give me a room to design and I'll be the happiest individual on Earth," she said with dreamy eyes.
"It's your passion," he noted, nodding his head and beaming.
"Yeah, and I might sound crazy to you maybe." She nervously laughed.
People have passions and not everybody will always be able to understand. While some will let you do you, others will talk shit about it. Ebony was used to the second category. Honestly, she was very often misunderstood.
"Not at all. I totally get it. I feel the same way about cars. Since I was six, I've been drawing designs for cars. I already knew all the names and everything I did had something to do with cars or else I would have a fit. And when I don't feel good or I am frustrated, working on an engine always calms my nerves and helps me to relax." They made eye contact, seeing stars in each other's eyes. He chuckled softly and focused back on his salmon before he burnt it. "Trust me, I completely get it."
She grinned. "What's your favorite color ? "
"Green."
"Why ? "
He shrugged. "It's a cheerful color. And I'm that one kid that actually likes vegetables."
She laughed slightly. "Okay. Mine is purple and I don't have a reason for that. I've always been obsessed."
He transferred the salmon to a plate and carefully added vinegar mixture to the skillet. "What's your favorite TV show ? "
She hummed, thinking seriously about her answer. "My Wife and Kids. I've always liked how they show a black family in a positive way and each episode has a valuable lesson about life in general. And it's so hilarious. I can go back and watch the seasons over and over again, like it never gets old. You ? "
"Fresh Prince. I'm a huge fan of Will Smith, and that's definitely the show that I can re-watch forever."
They kept talking until everything was done, then they brought the food to their table and ate while still sharing a conversation. If somebody was there watching them, they would definitely be able to tell that the two were having a very good time. There was never a dull moment and the vibes were all positive.
They had a little break between the main meal and dessert, not wanting to feel super full at the end of their dinner.
Ebony laughed, tears falling out her eyes, as Chresanto told her a story about his childhood, the day his little brother and he almost died because of the whooping their father gave them. Back then, the two little boys were convinced their father was working out and getting muscles just to correctly hit them with that belt and make them regret their actions.
Till this day though, Chresanto still thought that the old man was doing the most in this situation. They did nothing else but eat his chicken breast and rice. They didn't know it was his, that's why they touched it in the first place, because they knew better than taking their dad's food. This man didn't play when it came to his food.
"Usain Bolt has nothing on us, well at least back then. But we still got caught though, after running for an hour around the neighborhood like some slaves that escaped a plantation." He sucked his teeth, shaking his head. "Since that day we knew better than to touch his damn food. Couldn't sit on my butt for two entire weeks."
"For real or are you being dramatic ? "
"I'm not dramatic. My cheeks were burning ! I even got expelled from school because I didn't want to sit down. Correction, I couldn't sit down."
"Oh, Lord ! You told them what happened ? "
"So my dad could beat my ass even more ? Hell no. I came up with some type of disease, but shit wasn't adding up so they knew I was lying. And I still got my ass beaten. Damn, it was tough back then."
She wiped her tears. "Oh damn ! " she exclaimed, then some people walked in, two of them had an instrument in their hands. She frowned, getting confused. "What's going on ? "
He stood up, holding his hand out. "Would you dance with me ? " Right after he asked that, the band started playing soft jazz music.
She beamed excitedly and stood on her feet as well. "With pleasure." They went to the middle of the room and danced together, having a good time. The music was relaxing, but also encouraging to dance.
"You're really beautiful," he complimented, making her nervous. He found it cute how she tried to hide it, but her shy side wasn't really letting her do that.
"Thanks. You smell very good."
He couldn't help but chuckle. "Thanks. I try to keep a good hygiene."
"What everybody should do. There should be more people like you." And she wasn't saying that just because of his cologne. "Is it Sexual Healing ? " She frowned slightly, recognizing the instrumental, then she started singing along.
To his surprise, she didn't sound too bad. Her voice was actually smooth. It was one of those voices you could easily fall asleep to. "You have a pretty voice."
"You think ? "
He nodded instantly. "Yes." He brought her closer as she rested her head on his chest while the band changed the tempo a bit, going slower and more sensually.
None of them wanted to pull away, so they embraced each other for three more songs, before they decided it was time for dessert. They served themselves a plate of tiramisu, then went on the rooftop, which gave a whole new vibe. This part of the restaurant was even more romantic and it had a magnificent view of the city and sky, which were better to admire at night.
They sat down around the fireplace where customers could roast marshmallows. Chresanto didn't know it but watching stars was one of her favorite things to do. They didn't say much as they ate and enjoyed the amazing view.
"So ? How did it taste ? " she asked, raising a brow as they put their empty plates down.
"It tasted good ! It's not your first time making that dessert, huh ? "
She shrugged, as a small smile appeared on the corner of her lips. "You're right. I like to cook, well when I feel like it." She chuckled shyly. "Thank you so much for this night, everything was perfect. Nobody has ever done this before for me, so I really appreciate it."
He grinned proudly. "You're welcome. I was scared you wouldn't like it."
"What ? How ? I swear, that's what most women and young girls would like to have. I feel so special." She placed her head on his shoulder as he put his on top. "Oh ! Look ! " She pointed at a shooting star. "Make a wish ! "
They both closed their eyes and wished to be happy in their heads. Once it was done, they opened their eyes and continued to admire the stars. Suddenly, the wind hissed a little, causing a wave of cold throughout Eb's body. To warm herself, she interlaced with his left arm and also grabbed his hand with both of hers as he squeezed the one that was underneath his.
"Do you want to go back inside ? "
She slowly shook her head. "No, it's fine. Can I ask you something ? "
"You already did, but shoot," he said, making them chuckle a bit.
"You talked a lot about your father and brother...uh, I'm not asking you to tell me what happened or anything like that, but to be sure...uh, is your mother a subject that shouldn't be brought up in a conversation ? Like at all ? I would completely understand since I felt the same way about my sperm donor. Well, see, I don't even call him my father."
He sighed, looking down at their hands. People often noticed that he didn't talk much about his mother and they'd always wonder why, which was aggravating to Santo because this was a subject he really didn't want to talk about. As far as he knew, his mother was dead to him and he'd been feeling this way about her for a long time.
However, he wasn't as annoyed when Ebony asked that question. He didn't know exactly how her relationship with her sperm donor was, but it sounded like they were in a similar situation, and he actually appreciated the way she formed her question. She was making sure to not make him feel uncomfortable, and he liked that.
"I really don't like to talk about her. She's something that belongs to the past and I don't look back."
"Got it." She nodded. "I just wanted to make sure, so we know what to not talk about. We are on the same page."
"Great. And to be more sure about things, where do you stand with your ex ? Honestly, I'm nobody's rebound."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about this. I'm not gonna lie, I just broke up with my boyfriend like a few days ago, but I stopped having feelings for him a long time ago. We unnecessarily dragged out the relationship, but we're really done now. And I'm not looking for a rebound. Now, what about you ? Any crazy ex-girlfriend ? "
"No. Last time I was in a relationship was about two years ago. We're not in contact anymore."
"So, no girlfriend, no groupies, nothing ? "
"Nothing," he confirmed, "same for you ? "
"Same." She looked up as they made eye contact.
"Okay..." he mumbled as their faces got closer, until the bridge of their noses touched. When they were about to move so their lips could touch, a thunderstorm suddenly echoed in the sky, startling them.
"We should go back inside." Ebony suggested.
Chresanto checked the time on his watch, seeing that it was about to hit one in the morning. He really didn't see the time go and if they hadn't been interrupted so abruptly, this date would've continued for a few more hours.
"Yeah, and it's also past my bedtime," he joked as they stood up.
"Then let's go before your dad comes here with his belt."
"Ha-ha." He grabbed her hand, leading her.
It took them the same amount of time to get back to Eb's building, but it seemed shorter because they had a good little jam session, as they sang Jodeci's songs at the top of their lungs. It all started when Chresanto plugged his phone in the aux cord and Freak'n You came on, making Ebony squeal in joy.
They had arrived at their destination for about fifteen minutes already, but they were still in the car, having the time of their lives. They wouldn't be surprised if they lost their voices the next day. After three more songs, Chresanto finally turned the music off as they caught their breaths since they had been trying to hold notes that they clearly couldn't hold. They weren't singers like that.
"We should do that often. Like have a little carpool karaoke at least once per week, it's good for the heart."
He laughed. "You can count on me for that." He went on her side to help her out. He locked the doors and they walked inside the building, then took the elevator to her floor and once they were in front of her door, they stopped, not knowing exactly what to do.
Chresanto wanted to kiss her, but he didn't want her to feel rushed, so he decided to simply give her a peck on the cheek. "I had a great time, good night."
If she was some shades lighter, you would be able to see her cheeks turn red. She nervously bit on her bottom lip, trying not to freak out. She was glad he didn't go for the lips, because she didn't want them to kiss on their first date, although it almost happened on the rooftop.
"Good night." She waved as he made his way back to the elevator. She unlocked her door and entered her apartment.
Going back to his car, Chresanto couldn't help but smile like an idiot. It was by far the best date he'd ever had in his life. It was super chill, making both of them feel truly comfortable the entire time they spent together. The conversation flowed nicely; they could talk about anything. There was never an awkward moment. Nobody interrupted the other when they were talking; they were both great listeners.
He thought hard about it and there was nothing negative he could come up with; this date was perfect.
He sighed, starting his engine and wondering if it wasn't crazy that he was missing her and wanted her back in his space. Honestly, this date could've kept going for the next two days; he wouldn't mind.
He laughed at himself, brushing all of this off. He couldn't get attached after a day; it was too soon.
Almost an hour later, he arrived at his father's house. It was Friday and usually the Harris men dedicated their Friday night to family time. Chadwick was still living there, but in this case Chresanto was spending the night at his father's.
"How was it ? Did y'all fuck ? Kiss ? Anything happened ? " His little brother attacked him with questions as soon as he closed the front door.
He smacked his teeth, locking the door, then he put the alarm on. "Of course, you stupid ass would ask that. No."
"Sorry, bro. But how was it though ? " he asked again as they dapped and made their way to the living room, where the TV was on.
"Hey, dad." He rubbed his father's head, earning a hard slap on the back of his hand. "Damn ! Why you always so violent ? "
"I'm not a dog, don't rub my head like that ever again. You boys keep trying me. How was your little date ? "
"Let me go change real quick, and I'll let y'all know," he told them, going to his old room.
When he told his father that he was officially moving out, the man told him that he was going to change his room to something else, but four years later, the room was still the same. Since he often came back, there was no reason to do so anyways; and later his own children would surely sleep there whenever they come to grandpa's house.
He took his clothes off, throwing them on the floor, then headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Thirty-five minutes later, he was joining his family in the living room, changed into more comfortable clothes, which consisted of grey sweatpants, a black t-shirt, a matching grey jacket, and black winter socks.
"So ? " Chad rushed.
"Damn, let me sit down first. You're annoying."
As he was about to start, he got a notification on his phone. He smiled, seeing an iMessage from Ebony. She was asking him if he made it home safely. This alone was saying a lot about the woman; she was caring. He replied immediately, assuring her that he was okay and he wished her a good night once again. She responded with a good night.
Placing his phone on the little round glass table next to the armchair, he made a mental note to send her a morning text.
"That's her ? "
He looked at his dad. "Yes. She was making sure that I made it safely."
Mr. Harris nodded in approval. "She seems like a nice girl. Did she send you bad vibes throughout the night ? "
"Not once, it was the best date of my life. It was so chill, we both had a really good time. I didn't want it to stop to be honest."
"His stupid ass is already in love. Dad get your son," Chad commented, frowning.
"Shut the fuck up. How is Orleans ? " he asked, smirking.
"It's Orlea, don't get slapped nigga."
"Talking about her, when am I officially meeting this girl ? "
"Never," Chad said instantly, making his big brother laugh and his father frown.
"Can I know why ? "
"You're gonna make her run away. I don't know if you noticed, but you're intimating, dad. Plus, you saw her half naked, and she still feels embarrassed about that. Give her some time."
He sucked his teeth. "Have you met her parents yet ? "
He shook his head. "No. We don't want to rush things. We've been official for only three months."
"So, after three months, it's okay for her to walk around my house half naked, but I can't meet her officially ? Okay, whatever. This new generation, man..." The three men continued to talk, until they fell asleep in the living room.
And for some reason, Chresanto was dreaming about Ebony.
________________________
Feel free to vote and to comment =)
A/N: What do you think about their date ?
THANKS FOR READING ! 🤗
CissyItsMe❣️