car. Just one more way her and my mother differ. My mother is a sports car snob. She's a snob about a lot of things.
“Tucker?” A voice says from the right.
I turn my head the direction of the sound to see a gorgeous woman with her hand resting on an open door.
We haven't met before. I never forget a face. Especially not one like hers. Hell...now that I'm staring I don't think there's anything about her I could forget. Wow. Is it extra hot out here? Did the temperature go up already?
“Are you Tucker Frost?”
I give her a crooked smirk. “Are you Laka? My goddess of love and beauty?”
The brown skinned angel's face immediately flushes. Her mouth starts moving though no words immediately follow. It takes longer than I expect, but she eventually announces, “I-I-I-I'm here for you.”
All of a sudden there's a sharp twist in the pit of my stomach.
Whoa...what is that?
“No, I mean I'm here to ride you.” Panic paints itself in her eyes as her mouth bobs, tripping over words she's not speaking. “Shit. No.” She waves her arms in the process of trying to explain and ends up bumping her elbow. “Ou...I meant....I'm here to give you a ride to your condo. Your aunt sent me.”
My eyes drink in her exposed shapely legs underneath the tight black skirt she's wearing.
Yet, I liked her idea of her riding me better than her giving me a ride. At least she doesn't look like the mini spin off versions of my aunt, I usually meet. To say constant clones of my aunt aren't obnoxious would be a lie. I'm not a fan of doing that despite how harsh the truth may be.
The female quickly regains her composure and begins to walk towards me at the same time I do her. “I'm June Bailey. I'm your aunt's assistant. I-” is all that finishes coming out of her mouth before she trips over the edge of the sidewalk.
In one swift motion, I help catch her before she can completely hit the ground.
Knocked plenty of women off their feet, but not quite like this.
Once she's steady again, she politely says, “Thanks. My feet are always working against me.”
“You're like a June bug.”
“Excuse me?”
“They're a little clumsy on the ground. Always in the air.”
She gives me a displeased look. “Why do I feel like I was just insulted?”
With a simple shrug, I reply, “Not real sure. I love June bugs. They taste delicious.”
Her face morphs from irritation to horror. “You've eaten them?!”
“Yeah. You roast 'em over coal, give 'em a little salt, and they taste just like popcorn.”
Why are you gagging? Have you ever had a roasted June Bug? Precisely. Don't judge. You don't know. You might actually like it. I crave them every once in a while when I'm watching a movie.
“Okay...” June backs up slowly, disgust still dancing on her face. “That's weird.”
“Just because something is unusual to you doesn't make it weird.”
“That's actually the definition of weird .”
Her sassy comeback makes me smile wider. “Fair enough. I guess I just meant Fate will lead you to some really amazing things if you let her.”
June lifts her eyebrows. “Her? You think Fate is a her?”
“Of course. She's sexy, mysterious, loving, and a bitch at times for unknown reasons to anyone besides herself. But at the end of it all, I like to believe she has a beautiful cosmic intention that will always provide the best for everyone.”
Think whatever you want. That's one of the best parts of life. We're all entitled to interpret what we're dealt in different ways. Not only is every culture different, but even the individuals within it view the bigger picture of life in various ways. You should take the time to defend yourself less and listen more. Some stories are worth hearing...I've painted many of them.
She gives me a slow nod. “Why don't we get going? Do you need me to take your bag?”
I
“Tucker?” A voice says from the right.
I turn my head the direction of the sound to see a gorgeous woman with her hand resting on an open door.
We haven't met before. I never forget a face. Especially not one like hers. Hell...now that I'm staring I don't think there's anything about her I could forget. Wow. Is it extra hot out here? Did the temperature go up already?
“Are you Tucker Frost?”
I give her a crooked smirk. “Are you Laka? My goddess of love and beauty?”
The brown skinned angel's face immediately flushes. Her mouth starts moving though no words immediately follow. It takes longer than I expect, but she eventually announces, “I-I-I-I'm here for you.”
All of a sudden there's a sharp twist in the pit of my stomach.
Whoa...what is that?
“No, I mean I'm here to ride you.” Panic paints itself in her eyes as her mouth bobs, tripping over words she's not speaking. “Shit. No.” She waves her arms in the process of trying to explain and ends up bumping her elbow. “Ou...I meant....I'm here to give you a ride to your condo. Your aunt sent me.”
My eyes drink in her exposed shapely legs underneath the tight black skirt she's wearing.
Yet, I liked her idea of her riding me better than her giving me a ride. At least she doesn't look like the mini spin off versions of my aunt, I usually meet. To say constant clones of my aunt aren't obnoxious would be a lie. I'm not a fan of doing that despite how harsh the truth may be.
The female quickly regains her composure and begins to walk towards me at the same time I do her. “I'm June Bailey. I'm your aunt's assistant. I-” is all that finishes coming out of her mouth before she trips over the edge of the sidewalk.
In one swift motion, I help catch her before she can completely hit the ground.
Knocked plenty of women off their feet, but not quite like this.
Once she's steady again, she politely says, “Thanks. My feet are always working against me.”
“You're like a June bug.”
“Excuse me?”
“They're a little clumsy on the ground. Always in the air.”
She gives me a displeased look. “Why do I feel like I was just insulted?”
With a simple shrug, I reply, “Not real sure. I love June bugs. They taste delicious.”
Her face morphs from irritation to horror. “You've eaten them?!”
“Yeah. You roast 'em over coal, give 'em a little salt, and they taste just like popcorn.”
Why are you gagging? Have you ever had a roasted June Bug? Precisely. Don't judge. You don't know. You might actually like it. I crave them every once in a while when I'm watching a movie.
“Okay...” June backs up slowly, disgust still dancing on her face. “That's weird.”
“Just because something is unusual to you doesn't make it weird.”
“That's actually the definition of weird .”
Her sassy comeback makes me smile wider. “Fair enough. I guess I just meant Fate will lead you to some really amazing things if you let her.”
June lifts her eyebrows. “Her? You think Fate is a her?”
“Of course. She's sexy, mysterious, loving, and a bitch at times for unknown reasons to anyone besides herself. But at the end of it all, I like to believe she has a beautiful cosmic intention that will always provide the best for everyone.”
Think whatever you want. That's one of the best parts of life. We're all entitled to interpret what we're dealt in different ways. Not only is every culture different, but even the individuals within it view the bigger picture of life in various ways. You should take the time to defend yourself less and listen more. Some stories are worth hearing...I've painted many of them.
She gives me a slow nod. “Why don't we get going? Do you need me to take your bag?”
I
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