Creole Gaudet

“What do you mean, nothing? It hasn’t even been a month, and I can already tell when you have something going on in that beautiful mind of yours.”

I laughed. “Like everyone out here didn’t just hear you say that.” We stepped onto the platform. I glanced at the arrival sign. The Orange Line was ten minutes away. “Now you got all these people looking at us.”

“Andre, I have something to talk to you about.” She smiled sheepishly, looking through the windows. She then turned to me. “I have to work some things out. I might even need counseling at some point.”

“No, I would never let my personal feelings get in the way of us getting where we need to be.” Sway paused, smiling. “I mean… I’d prefer we be able to be home alone and not interrupted every night at two-thirty in the morning.”

“Thank you. The reason I’m speaking to you is that we had a description of a couple…that matches you two, in a parking garage a few blocks up the way…” His dark, beady eyes scanned us carefully. “Do you know anything about that?”

“Skyhouse? And it’s right next to the House of Blues. The Cinepolis is around the corner, and the Mavs play right next to the W. This is a whole lifestyle. Everything you love is all in one area.”

I held Sway’s hand as we strode to the front desk for check-in. “I want to scream so badly, Andre, but I don’t want all these people to think we’re not used to being in nice places.”

“You’re in love, man. That’s beautiful. She’s in love with you, too. I could see it when I first met her. I think you’ve found the one, Andre.”