She dug a twenty out of her purse and handed it to me. There was no judgment in her eyes, unlike the valet who must have been biting his tongue not to say I knew you weren't shit.
I hopped in the car and just wanted to get out of there. I probably broke the speeding limit five times to get Kemara home. Even though in the end she forgave me of my slip, having to borrow money from my date...I was beyond humiliated.
I pulled up in front of her apartment.
"Would you like to come up for some coffee?"
I quirked a brow. For someone who was worried I was only after one thing, inviting me up to her place seemed like a strange plan. "When you say coffee, do you mean actual coffee or—"
"I mean, given your expression, if I let you drive off I'll probably never see you again."
I chuckled. "It's that bad, huh?"
"When you couldn't pay the valet, you looked as though you'd just lost a parent. What happened?"
"I didn't have time to pay the bill, so I just dropped all my cash on the table before running after you."
"Then it was my fault? I'm so sorry."
"Nah, it wasn't your fault. Don't worry about it. And sure, I'll come up and have some coffee."
I tend to drink coffee to make it through a hard day of work. After I've been up all night drinking, and it usually tastes like tar. But it's doing a job, so I don't care.
Kemara had a coffee press, with every flavor of coffee you could think of. So there I was sitting on her couch drinking some caramel nutmeg concoction and I couldn't have been happier.
As the night wore on and she put her stocking covered feet in my lap, I gave her a foot rub. If I ever told my friends about that night they, wouldn't believe me. But all we did was talk. We laughed. We shared our dreams and our fears. Like I said before, there was something about her space that just invited me in. I opened up when I was with her.
I didn't notice how long we'd been at it until sunlight began to flow through her windows.
"Have we been talking all night?" she asked, following my gaze.
I smiled. "I guess we have."