His good girl

Finally Home

I get home and get undressed to go take a nice, warm shower when I notice the paper that Isaiah slipped me.
"I enjoyed working against you today, maybe we could do it again. Call me 514-214-2573"

Fuck it, what's the worst that could happen. I mean he did catch my eye this morning... but this is also work...let's just call. He might have something good to offer.

- Hello?

- Hey! It's jasmine from court today?

- Oh yea! I have been thinking about you, I didn't think you would call. Let me take you to diner.

- I might actually take you up on that offer.

- great. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7.

- um, sure! Where are we going?

- oh, now where is the fun in me telling you that? You'll just have to wait and see...I've got to go now.

- wait-

- don't forget, 7 pm tomorrow!

He hangs up the phone before I can say another word. Mysterious, I like it.