Jeremiah opens my door for me, "You look stunning ma". He compliments and I hide the blush creeping up on my face. "Thank you, you look good too"
I stare at him for a while longer noticing that we're somewhat matching. The main theme in our outfits is white.
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We have on different shades but it still kinda spooked me out a bit. He gets settled inside and pulls off. I have no idea where were going, he wouldn't tell me anything. Today is my first time hearing from him the whole week.
I assumed that us exchanging numbers meant he would be on my line heavy. He stuck to his word on seeing me today. He casually sent me a text saying , be ready by 8. There wasn't any type of greeting or room for unnecessary conversation. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't find it attractive. Then again, its too early on to be impressed by the bare minimum. He could be taking to the cheapest restaurant in town.
"How has your day been?", he starts conversation as he leans back into his seat and keeps one hand on the steering wheel. I admire his side profile as he concentrates on the road.
I clear my throat, "Its been good, I spent most of the day sending and replying to emails. What about you?"
"Looking at properties, I want to open another tattoo shop soon. I'm trying to expand in different areas, gain more clientele", I nodded with a smirk on my face. I adore men who are business savvy; someone who can teach me a thing or two. I can't stand being around someone who brings no value into your life, almost like a waste of space. "How long have you owned the shops? Like the barber shop and the tattoo shop?"
"Its been about two years now", he looks over at me with a grin. "You need a tat you can come see me"
I laugh, "boy you just trynna touch on me".
"Maybe"
I side eye him and quickly furrow my eyebrows seeing us pull into parking lot. I look at the sign and back at him. Jeremiah stares at me innocently, reaching in the back to get his wallet. "What's the long face for?", he says as if this is a normal outing.
