STINKY CHEEK BAR AND GRILL – OUTSIDE – 8:30 P.M.
“I like the way you stood up for yourself in there.”
“You know, I always tip my servers very well. But… She’s too much!”
“Crystal’s cool. I think that she may have been a bit put off by you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“She’s usually the hot chick in the place.”
“So, she’s not getting all the attention, so she takes it out on me. Make me sound unreasonable to everyone.”
“It didn’t work, though.”
“Damn right it didn’t work.” They laugh.
“So, I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Is this your spot or something?”
“Yeah, I eat here often because that way I don’t have to try and cook, you know? I’m not that good at it… What brought you out here if you don’t mind my asking?”
“I was supposed to meet this guy…”
“And here you were just questioning me if I had a wife or a girlfriend… I knew it. Ha! I knew it was too good to be true.”
“Stop getting ahead of yourself. You don’t know that I’m even interested in you.”
“You said I was cute.”
“And sexy.”
Dillon playfully takes a step back. “Maybe I shouldn’t stand too close to you, though. I don’t want to mess up your game. He may show up and take things the wrong way.”
“It isn’t a date, Dillon.”
“Okay. I like the sound of that. So, who is he?”
“Someone whom David told me about. Told me to meet him here.”
“Who’s David?”
She looks at her watch. “My cousin.”
“What time was he supposed to be here?”
“Two hours ago.”
“Damn.” Dillon pauses for a moment. “Let me ask you something, Camilla.” He leans in. “You can tell me it’s none of my business, and I won’t be offended. But, uh, was he supposed to bring you a little something?”
“Yes!”
“I see… Well, maybe I can be of some assistance. You looking for some weed. My bandmate always has.”
“Nah, I don’t smoke.”
“Some white?”
“I was.”
Dillon smiled. “Well, Camilla. This is your lucky evening.”
“You have a plug?”
“I do.”
“Can you put it together?!”
“Yup.”
“Okay… Do we have to go and meet him? Can he come by?”
“You’re looking at him.”
“You, Dillon?” She laughed. “Come on.”
“I’m serious.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Why?”
“I just don’t. You’re a little too church boy. Too pretty. Perfect teeth. Smooth light brown skin. Dimples on your cheeks. This isn’t your lane.”
“Fish scale, right off the brick. No footprints.”
“You are serious.”
“Yes. I got you.”
“That sounds good… Do you have something with you?”
“Not here. It’s at my place…over on Rampart. Just a few blocks up the way.”
“Okay, let’s go. Am I riding with you?”
“I walked. It’s really not that far.”
“Ride with me. I’d rather not leave my car here anyway.”
“Where did you park?”
She points to the green Aston Martin. “Right here.”
“This is yours? I saw it when I came in.”
“That’s my baby. The DBS 770 Ultimate Volante.”
“Those wheels are wild. This is incredibly nice, Camilla…and green.”
“Kermit Green.”
“Bright ass green.”
“Do you want to drive it?”
“Hell no. No way. Nope.”
“Why not?”
“This car… This car…must at least cost a hundred grand. At least!”
“A hundred grand? You’re not even in the ballpark, Dillon.”
“What? Is it less? Eighty grand! No less than that.”
“No, it’s much more. You’re looking at half a million dollars.”
“Oh! Wait…! What?! Are you fucking kidding me?!”
Camilla bursts with laughter. “It’s not that serious.”
“Not that serious? I’m not going to even take a chance of putting an ass impression on the seat. It’s a good thing the top is down because I’m going to stand up while we ride.”
“Dillon! You’re so crazy! This is the best laugh I’ve had since I can remember!”
“As a matter of fact, I’m not riding in that car, Camilla. Hell nah. I’ll give you my address, and I’ll meet you at my place. I’m walking.”
“Oh, shit! Stop it! I’m about to pee myself!”
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