Alone at her desk, Veronica was lost in coming up with new looks for the lingerie that she sold under the table. It was popular with the locals and was selling rapidly at the Kitty Kat Lounge where she frequented. Looking over a brand new piece; the black lace and satin looked beautiful and she knew it would be a big hit. Veronica hoped one day she would actually be able to take her little business somewhere and make something of herself, but, she also knew that was unrealistic and laughable.
The vibration from her cell phone that rested upon her desk hidden under various fabrics and materials caught her attention. Veronica could hear it going off and searched through the mess. Her working area was always a disaster even though she worked within it perfectly just as it was. Finding her phone she answered, holding it between her right shoulder and chin. “Vincent?” she immediately got defensive. “Whatever it is, I didn't do it, and tonight is my night off.” she so rudely spoke before he even got a word in. “Hey V...” he replied and Veronica just sat there, breathing into the phone, waiting. “Uh... I know you are probably busy but... want to go to dinner or something?” he asked and her hues shifted, finding his question unusual.
Setting down what was in her hands, she held the phone to her ear and thought for a few seconds before saying anything. “What? Are you okay?” she questioned, it could be the only explanation for why he would actually want to hang out with her outside of business-related encounters. Something had to be off, maybe he was drunk or on drugs. He didn't sound high to her but you never can be too sure. He laughed, and before answering Veronica could hear Mikey yelling in the background. “It's a date V!” he hollered and Vincent scolded him to hush. Veronica made a face, scrunching her nose. “Y'all are stupid and on something. I'm busy.” she said, shaking her head.
Vincent was serious, he really wanted to take her out. It wouldn't be the first time they would be in close contact, alone together, her in his embrace. They never spoke of such things ever and none of the boys knew of anything. That is until now, that very moment that he was trying to ask her out. Veronica was oblivious to things of that nature. She hadn't had many boyfriends and all the guys she knew were either business associates or just friends. Veronica wasn't sure how she felt about Vince, she hadn't thought about it. There was always a bit of jealousy from him regarding her and other men, she noticed that it was obvious at times. Though Veronica would laugh and think it was cute and shrug it off.
“I... I don't think that is such a good idea.” she so softly said with almost instant regret. “Oh... it's cool. Talk to ya later.” replied Vincent and he hung up before she could say anything more. Her hands fell to her lap, the phone still in her grip. “I'm so f***ing stupid.” she said out loud, looking over at her dog Layla that laid upon the floor by her feet. Veronica sighed heavily, a frown on her lips as she felt something come over her. She got up from her desk and went to crawl into bed. Laying there her arm rested across her forehead and she glared at the ceiling. What was wrong with her? Vincent was a guy she respected, trusted her life with. Why would she turn down dinner with him? It was just eating food, no big deal. Perhaps it was the fact Mikey called it a date, that was completely foreign to her, she had never been on an actual date before.
A stream of thoughts raced through her mind and she rolled over in bed, hugging her pillow beneath her head. Layla then came into her bedroom and laid down next to her. Veronica smiled and began to pet her, it was taking her mind off of him. Feeling tired, she got into her night shorts and band t-shirt and pulled her hair up messy like. Veronica then walked into the living room to grab a joint for bed and turn out all of the lights. A knock at the door and she perked up, cautiously heading to the door to look through the peephole to see who it was. They had it covered with their thumb and Veronica huffed, unlocking all the locks and swinging open the door with a greeting of “WHAT!?” it was Vincent, standing there not even phased by how she answered the door. “Oh...” her heart felt it would jump out of her chest. “Can I come in?” he asked; it was so strange to her. She looked down, noticed he was holding a red long stem rose. “Uh...” she didn't know what to say. He had never come to her door that way. “Sure.” she said and stepped aside, allowing him to come inside.
