Page 45 of Rayzor: Tell Me It’s Mine II

I went with the escargot and steak tartare for our hors d’oeuvres.

“It’s crazy how this spot is ducked off, but it’s in plain sight.”

I smiled, knowing he approved my suggestion.

“Yeah, that’s why I like it. Sometimes I just come for a drink and leave.”

He glanced around again. “Yeah, I like it. Maybe we can make it our spot.”

I gave him a look.

“If that’s cool. I’m not trying to blow up ya spot.”

“You haven’t even tried the food yet.” I giggled. “It’s fine, though.”

“Fuck the food. I got dessert right here.”

I blushed.

“Damn. My bad. Rayzor told me my dick off the table.”

“What?” I blurted, then laughed.

He chuckled.

“Yeah, man. He had to coach me and shit because, you know, this ain’t my thing.”

“I see. But you’re doing great.”

“But I probably fucked it up with that back there.”

It was sweet that he went to great lengths to impress me and make this date memorable.

“You doing all this for lil’ ole me?”

“Yeah, and I’ll do it again if that makes you smile.”

“Nice save.”

He smirked.

“And if it’s any consolation, I’d fuck you right here, right now too.” I winked.

He licked his lips.

Things went back into a natural flow as we talked about any and everything. City had always been funny. There was never a dull moment with us. We turned anything into a time. This date proved we enjoyed each other’s company.

The meal was superb, as usual.

City loved his Côte de Boeuf. He savored every bite. You’d think Marcel personally prepared it for him. He complimented everything and had nothing but good things to say to the waitress.

“… and you just up and left. No plans to go back?” he asked.

We were finally getting deeper into our life stories. Since we chose the latter whenever we were together. He’d always asked about my family, and I usually kept it short. I knew he had a loving relationship with his momma and siblings. It lowkey made me sad. Out of my whole family, I only had my daddy’s love. But that’s alright. It was good enough for me.

“Never. When I changed my name and made Atlanta my home, that was it for me.”

He shook his head. “Damn. That’s crazy. Your mama and siblings seem like they’re hating lowkey.”