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me.

 
    His
face lit up. “Yeah, catch you later.”

 
    I
hoped he’d leave me alone the remainder of my short day. I just wanted to get
my work done and then horse around and spend the rest of my time fantasizing
about Kevin and his dreamy chocolate eyes. And his broad
shoulders. And his cleft, Superman chin. And his soft, full lips. And his long,
dark eyelashes.

 
    I
drummed my fingers on my desk as I leaned back in my chair, thinking about
nothing but Kevin. I remembered how he had kissed my forehead before leaving
that morning, and nothing but butterflies and giddiness filled up my entire
being. He kissed me. He has to think fondly of me, right?

 
    I
wrapped up work a few hours later and headed home, trying my hardest to get out
of there before Michael saw me. He always liked to walk out with me, and sometimes
it turned into a twenty-minute conversation when all I wanted to do was go
home.

 
    The
moment I walked into the apartment, LaLa was lounged out across the sofa with a
gossip magazine in one hand and the remote control in the other. She had some
reality show paused on the screen.

 
    “Hey,”
I said as I kicked off my painfully beautiful heels and sunk into one of the arm chairs .

 
    “So,”
she said as she sat up. “Tell me about your date last weekend.”

 
    I’d
realized between our ridiculously opposite work schedules and the insane amount
of time she’d been spending with Demarius, I hadn’t even had a chance yet to
tell her about my night with Kevin.

 
    “Well,
he didn’t show up until way past eight,” I said with an eye roll. “But he
redeemed himself.”

 
    “How
so?” LaLa asked.

 
    “He
brought pizza and a chick flick,” I said. “It was sweet.”

 
    “Does
he know you don’t like movies?” she laughed.

 
    “No,
I didn’t tell him that,” I said. “We had fun though. He fell asleep here.”

 
    “Really?”
LaLa’s eyes widened. “Did anything… happen?”

 
    “No,
no, no,” I said, waving my hands in front of my face. “It wasn’t like that. It
was completely innocent. He ended up leaving around two thirty. Got called into
work.”

 
    LaLa
pursed her lips. “Seems rather odd to me.”

 
    “Not
given his line of work,” I said, defending my new Prince Charming. “They
captured some guy he’d been after for a long time. He went in to question him.
It’s his weekend on call.”

 
    “Okay,”
LaLa said. “Fair enough. I just know how you get sometimes. You see what you
want to see in people, especially guys. I just like to be the voice of reason
for you.”

 
    “Noted
and appreciated,” I said. I stood up, stretched and headed back to my room to
slip on some comfortable lounge clothes.

 
    I
sauntered back out and hit up the freezer for a salty frozen dinner. They’d
become a staple meal for me lately. Ever since Antoine and I broke up, I’d
stopped cooking. Occasionally LaLa and I would whip up something together, but
that was rare. We often had such different schedules and such different tastes
in food. God forbid she found a tomato chunk or a mushroom piece in anything.
I’d never met anyone so picky before.

 
    “How
was your date with Demarius?” I asked as the microwave hummed behind me. “Or
your week with him, I should say.”

 
    “Good,”
she replied. “So far, anyway. He seems interesting. Nice enough. I think my mom
would like him.”

 
    “Does
he still talk about Ayla all the time?” I asked.

 
    “Actually,
no,” she said with a smile. “I think he only did it that one night because he
was trying to impress me or something. He’s never brought it up since. Can’t
say I blame him. If I dated a local celebrity, I’d probably embrace those
bragging rights too.”

 
    “Hm,”
I said. “Makes sense.”

 
    LaLa
flipped her show back on as the microwave beeped. I pulled my piping hot
plastic container of salty mush out and let it cool on the stove for a bit. I
grabbed a