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captivating looks remained on Tameer’s mind. She was absolutely awesome.
    Tameer cared little about his screwed-up car, or trashed-out apartment, at this point. He wanted to get to know her. She was gorgeous, outgoing, exotic, different, and most of all, she was actually interested in him. Maybe , he thought, just maybe she really was interested. She certainly acted like she was.
    Tameer quickly made up his mind, he wanted her telephone number. This one wasn’t going to get away, she looked way to good to allow that to happen. Tameer turned back to stare at his newfound friend, and not watching where he was going, slammed into someone else. They both came tumbling down.
    â€œWatch where you’re going!” shouted an angry, embarrassed Jamaica, who was lying on the ground. Her hat, sunglasses, and merchandise were scattered all around her.
    Tameer was embarrassed again.
    â€œMe?” he asked. “You’re the one who needs to watch where you’re going.”
    LaChina walked up and stood over him. “You love that position, don’t you?”
    Tameer looked down at the floor and blushed. Jamaica stood, and brushed off her clothing. Her strokes were rapid, and angry.
    â€œChina, you know this person?” Jamaica asked furiously.
    LaChina peered down at Tameer and winked. “Yeah, Tameer is an old friend.”
    Tameer stood and brushed himself off. Jamaica lifted her hand into the air, holding two pieces of tinted plastic, and a thin, wispy, titanium frame.
    â€œWell, your old friend just broke my Chanel sunglasses,” Jamaica told LaChina.
    â€œLook, I’ll pay for your glasses, okay?” Tameer told a distraught Jamaica. “And you’re right, I should have been watching where I was going. But you should have been watching too.”
    â€œI should have?” Jamaica stomped her foot down hard on the marble-tiled floor. “Do you know who you’re talking to? I’ll have you thrown out of this establishment! I’m…”
    LaChina’s hand quickly flew to Jamaica’s mouth, covering it, and obscuring Jamaica’s last words. Tameer and Savion shared a glance. They thought them both crazy.
    â€œHer name is Jamaica,” LaChina told them. “But everybody calls her Jai.”
    LaChina removed her hand from Jamaica’s mouth.
    â€œWhat the hell was that about?” Jamaica demanded.
    â€œPlease excuse us for one tiny little moment,” LaChina said.
    She pulled her fuming friend away from the group, leaving Tameer and Savion staring at a shrugging Jemia.
    â€œExplain!” Jamaica shouted, once they were out of hearing range from the others. She shifted her weight and folded her arms in defiance.
    â€œJai, you trust me, don’t you?” LaChina asked her.
    â€œYes, of course.” Jamaica nodded.
    â€œI have never made a bad decision, have I?”
    Frustrated, Jamaica shifted her weight to her other leg. “No, girl, what are you getting at?”
    The smile across LaChina’s face at first appeared slowly, and then spread rapidly. She turned and nodded her head toward Tameer.
    â€œThat!” she told Jamaica. “That’s what I’m getting at!”
    Jamaica recoiled. “What?”
    LaChina clasped Jamaica’s arms. “Jai, he’s cute, he’s fine, and he’s not some asshole pro athlete, or superstar actor or rapper. Best of all, he doesn’t know who you are!”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œThink about it!” LaChina told her. “Your hat and glasses are off.”
    Jamaica turned and stared at Tameer. “What am I going to do with him?”
    â€œAttack, girl! Go get him!”
    â€œChina, have you flipped?” Jamaica asked. “I need a man, not a boy toy!”
    â€œJai, he’s about the same age as you are, test him,” LaChina told her. “If he fails the test, I won’t say anything else about him.”
    Jamaica shook her head.