in a minute; I need to handle some business real fast."
L - a man Lalana hadn't noticed, appeared.
"I'm Logan," he said.
Logan was a towering six and a half feet tall, with mocha-colored skin, a neatly shaped Afro, and a muscular frame. His voice was deep and gave Lalana the sense he had a pleasant disposition.
When they arrived at the car - a custom Bentley! - Lalana jumped back to allow him to open the door for her.
"Ma'am," Logan began, "um, you mind if I ask you a question?"
The question itself startled Lalana. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sure, and my name, I mean, you can call me, Lalana," she stammered.
"Okay, let's get in," he said, holding the door open. After closing Lalana in, he rushed around and jumped into the driver's seat before glancing in the direction of where MC ROC stood using the phone. Logan adjusted the rearview mirror and asked Lalana if she was comfortable.
"Oh, yes sir," Lalana said. "I am."
"You don't remember me, do you?" he asked, his voice a bit shaky.
Lalana was baffled. "Um, should I?" she responded, hoping she didn't sound rude.
"Lalana George, right? Lemme see. You graduated from Washington High, right?" Logan asked.
"Yeah," she nodded slowly, squinting and searching her memory. "You went to Washington?"
"Yeah." Logan grinned ear-to-ear. "I can't believe you don't remember a brotha." He chuckled, looking at her through the rearview mirror.
"Well, turn around for me!" she cried. "High school was a long time ago." But even with him facing her from the front seat, she couldn't place him.
"You were at Washington for all four years?" she asked.
"Yup, freshman to senior year. Just like you."
"Damn, I'm usually good at recognizing people from my past." Lalana felt embarrassed. The look on Logan's face suggested the subject was somehow important to him.
"Well," he chuckled. "We went to school together, but I wasn't exactly in your circle."
"My circle," Lalana repeated.
"Yeah, you know, the popular kids. I was hidden behind thick Coke-bottle glasses, and a mouth full of braces," Logan admitted.
"I wouldn't say I was popular ," Lalana defended.
"Let's see," he said. "Head cheerleader, dating the captain of the football team, captain of the tennis team - need I go on?"
Lalana felt her cheeks redden. How could he remember so much about her when she couldn't so much as recognize him?
"I'm sorry," she shrugged.
"Hey no worries," Logan answered. "You can't expect to remember everyone."
Lalana smiled warmly and decided to politely hear him out until MC ROC showed up.
"So you went to Washington," she said. "You must've lived in the neighborhood."
Logan shook his head. "Nah, I'm from the East Side. I went to Washington 'cause my mom's sister lived in the area. She didn't want me to go to Jefferson."
Would it be rude of Lalana to turn and see what was keeping ROC, she wondered? Maybe she could catch a glimpse of him in the rearview mirror. Logan seemed friendly. He looked good, too. But Lalana was focused on ROC.
"Yeah, I remember when you used to go with... Damn, what's that cat's name?" Logan snapped his fingers trying to trigger his memory.
"So, how long you been working for MC ROC?" she asked, trying to change the subject. She was a startled by the sudden look of hurt on Logan's face.
"I'm sorry," she offered, "did I say something wrong?" "Nah, nothing like that," he answered. "It's just, well, I don't work for MC ROC. I work for myself."
"Oh, do you?" Lalana didn't mean to sounds so sarcastic.
"Yeah," Logan said. "I mean, I'm driving for him, but that's just because my regular guy had to go down south to see about his mom."
"So, lemme get this straight," Lalana said. "You're MC ROC's driver, but you don't work for him?"
Logan chuckled. "No, he's one of my regular clients. But I own a car service. I mean, I have a fleet of cars and a list of preferred clients. There are some I have to handle with kid gloves, but business is real good overall. Since my driver is gone, I had to fill
L - a man Lalana hadn't noticed, appeared.
"I'm Logan," he said.
Logan was a towering six and a half feet tall, with mocha-colored skin, a neatly shaped Afro, and a muscular frame. His voice was deep and gave Lalana the sense he had a pleasant disposition.
When they arrived at the car - a custom Bentley! - Lalana jumped back to allow him to open the door for her.
"Ma'am," Logan began, "um, you mind if I ask you a question?"
The question itself startled Lalana. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sure, and my name, I mean, you can call me, Lalana," she stammered.
"Okay, let's get in," he said, holding the door open. After closing Lalana in, he rushed around and jumped into the driver's seat before glancing in the direction of where MC ROC stood using the phone. Logan adjusted the rearview mirror and asked Lalana if she was comfortable.
"Oh, yes sir," Lalana said. "I am."
"You don't remember me, do you?" he asked, his voice a bit shaky.
Lalana was baffled. "Um, should I?" she responded, hoping she didn't sound rude.
"Lalana George, right? Lemme see. You graduated from Washington High, right?" Logan asked.
"Yeah," she nodded slowly, squinting and searching her memory. "You went to Washington?"
"Yeah." Logan grinned ear-to-ear. "I can't believe you don't remember a brotha." He chuckled, looking at her through the rearview mirror.
"Well, turn around for me!" she cried. "High school was a long time ago." But even with him facing her from the front seat, she couldn't place him.
"You were at Washington for all four years?" she asked.
"Yup, freshman to senior year. Just like you."
"Damn, I'm usually good at recognizing people from my past." Lalana felt embarrassed. The look on Logan's face suggested the subject was somehow important to him.
"Well," he chuckled. "We went to school together, but I wasn't exactly in your circle."
"My circle," Lalana repeated.
"Yeah, you know, the popular kids. I was hidden behind thick Coke-bottle glasses, and a mouth full of braces," Logan admitted.
"I wouldn't say I was popular ," Lalana defended.
"Let's see," he said. "Head cheerleader, dating the captain of the football team, captain of the tennis team - need I go on?"
Lalana felt her cheeks redden. How could he remember so much about her when she couldn't so much as recognize him?
"I'm sorry," she shrugged.
"Hey no worries," Logan answered. "You can't expect to remember everyone."
Lalana smiled warmly and decided to politely hear him out until MC ROC showed up.
"So you went to Washington," she said. "You must've lived in the neighborhood."
Logan shook his head. "Nah, I'm from the East Side. I went to Washington 'cause my mom's sister lived in the area. She didn't want me to go to Jefferson."
Would it be rude of Lalana to turn and see what was keeping ROC, she wondered? Maybe she could catch a glimpse of him in the rearview mirror. Logan seemed friendly. He looked good, too. But Lalana was focused on ROC.
"Yeah, I remember when you used to go with... Damn, what's that cat's name?" Logan snapped his fingers trying to trigger his memory.
"So, how long you been working for MC ROC?" she asked, trying to change the subject. She was a startled by the sudden look of hurt on Logan's face.
"I'm sorry," she offered, "did I say something wrong?" "Nah, nothing like that," he answered. "It's just, well, I don't work for MC ROC. I work for myself."
"Oh, do you?" Lalana didn't mean to sounds so sarcastic.
"Yeah," Logan said. "I mean, I'm driving for him, but that's just because my regular guy had to go down south to see about his mom."
"So, lemme get this straight," Lalana said. "You're MC ROC's driver, but you don't work for him?"
Logan chuckled. "No, he's one of my regular clients. But I own a car service. I mean, I have a fleet of cars and a list of preferred clients. There are some I have to handle with kid gloves, but business is real good overall. Since my driver is gone, I had to fill
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