The Prettiest Woman

“Holy shit.” I exclaimed, knowing that I would need to work almost a day and half to make that kind of money. Now I was going to make it from sitting for coffee. It seemed like pretty easy work so I took his number and agreed to meet him.

I hoped everything would be smooth sailing. I was about to make the money back that I’d lost from having to leave work early.

*

“See I told you that the fish would bite eventually. You already have your first date.” Jessica said at the breakfast table. She looked really pleased with herself.

“I know, I’m trying not to be nervous.” I admitted.

“Girl, you have nothing to be nervous about. Wear something really cute because men love eye candy and turn on that charm.” she suggested as she guzzled her coffee and got up from the table. She was fully dressed at eight in the morning.

“Where in the hell are you going so early? I know it isn’t for work.”

“Ha, ha, very funny. I’m on my way to meet Steve for breakfast.” she said.

“But you already ate.”

“I had to girl. He’s always taking me to fancy ass places. I don’t want eggs Benedict, it’s fuckin’ disgusting. But I grin and bear it.”

“Oh yeah, you 'bare' it alright.” I said as I looked at her sheer top.

“Shut up and stop judging me. He likes it and that’s all that matters.”

“If you say so. But you’re walking around looking like a woman of the night in the daytime.”

She laughed, “I swear that your mom dropped you on your head when you were a baby.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she did. Have a great time.”

“You too.” she said before she left.

I breathed slowly and tried to calm the tension in my stomach. What if the guy that I was meeting was horrible? I wasn’t in the mood for a bad date. In the middle of my thoughts, my phone rang. It was from a number I didn’t recognize but it was local. I answered it.

“Hello”

“Hi is Roxie available?”

“This is she.”

“Hey, this is Chris.”

It was the guy that I was supposed to meet for coffee later. I was almost tempted to make fun of the way that he spoke. ‘Hey this is Chris’ he sounded so uptight and stereotypically white. What in the hell was I doing?

“Hi Chris, it’s nice to speak to you.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing you today.” he said in more of a relaxed tone.

“Same here.”

“I’m just looking to confirm the location and time.”

We confirmed all of the details and talked for a bit. I was a little more relaxed because he seemed pretty normal. Then again, I guess most weirdos seem normal at first. I checked the clock and saw that I had quite some time before I had to meet him. I had a two and a half hour class at eleven

and we were meeting down the street from my school.

I went to my closet and sighed. I hated dressing for dates. I never knew what to wear. I wanted to be cute but I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard. I pulled out damned near all of my clothes from my closet and looked at them with sadness. I needed more clothes.

I sifted through my selection and settled on a pair of shorts, with a beaded tank, and a pair of heels. I headed to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup.