“I still can’t believe I agreed to this.”
I looked through my closet for an outfit while my best friend Wanda sat on my bed. Tonight I would be going on my first date with someone who could probably afford a car payment, which was a first for me. My heart was racing, though, the more I thought about it. What if I’m not his type?
Wanda talked in between gum smacks. “Well Ruby, I’m happy as hell you agreed to go on this date. You need this and you’re not getting any younger.” She glanced at my stomach. “If I see you out with one more broke dude that sells candles out of his trunk I might just have to stop being friends with you.”
We laughed. “You ain’t even right for that,” I said.
But she was right. I had nothing againt the men I’d previously went on dates with—they just seemed like they wanted to run off and live under a tree somewhere together with no money. One of them talked about how abundant he was, but then he needed me to give him a ride home—and I had to pay for both our meals. Like, what the actual hell?
I pulled out my strongest crystals and laid them on top of the black strapless dress I planned to wear tonight.
“Bruh—why are you throwing rocks all over that beautiful dress?” Wanda said.
“The crystals”—I side eyed her— “are charged with love energy. They’ll make me more attractive to him.”
“Whatever Ms. Cleo. I’m glad I set you up with a lawyer, though. You need someone to balance them scales on your ass.”
I paused and looked at her. “What does that even mean?”
She raised her eyebrows seductively. “You know exactly what I mean. He’ll give you what you been missing. That real magic wand—not the kind you sell at your shop.”
“You’re crazy.” I rolled my eyes at her then put the dress on. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. It wasn’t giving me the vibes I wanted. I lifted my watch to my face and groaned. I didn’t have much time to pick another dress.
Wanda shook her head. “Leave it to you to be late to the best date you’ve ever had.”
“You’ve got a lot of confidence in this guy,” I chuckled.
“No—I just know what you need. He’s at least a step in the right direction.”
I scrambled through my closet, found a better dress and headed out to the date. I was going to shoot him a text through the dating app but I didn’t wanna waste anymore time. Once I parked, I strutted as fast as I could into the restaurant.
“Hi reservation for—
The hostess cut me off. “Tim Fields?”
“Yeah,” I responded.
“Um he’s gone. He left this for you though.” The hostess handed me a business card.
I grabbed the card and read his name and work information on the front. On the back it read: I’m sure if you use your psychic skills—you’ll be able to find me someday, Ms. Ruby. I couldn’t wait for you. -Tim.
“Damn,” I sighed as I stared down at the card. I gripped the card with both hands and felt heat surge through my fingertips. “Hmm.”
I went to the bathroom, closed my eyes and focused my energy on the card. I gripped the card harder and in my mind’s eye I saw a fine dark-skinned man with broad shoulders. He had on a velvet suit and I could tell it was expensive. A glass of wine sat in front of him. Where was he though? Was he there now? Was this a test?
I got in my car and drove around the city until I came across a purple building with scales at the top. I’d never seen it before—it was almost as if it appeared out of thin air.
I parked my car and low and behold I could see the fine man in velvet seated out on the deck. A hostess led me to his table where I sat down in front of him. He smelled divine and I tried to hold back my smile but I couldn’t.
His eyes widened as he stood up and shook my hand. “Hi Ruby. Nice of you to join me. I’m glad to see you’re legit.”
“Excuse me?” I said.
“And gorgeous, might I add.” He kissed my hand and revealed the straightest white teeth I’d ever seen.
We sat down. “What did you mean by legit?” I said.
”Well—you’re a psychic right?”
I toyed with my hair. “Yeah.”
“Well then. I put it to the test. I’ve never been with a spiritual woman, I wanted to see if it was all it’s cracked up to be.”
“I see.” I snickered and took a sip of my wine. “Well—are you impressed?”
“Oh, more than impressed. I’m already planning second and third dates if you keep it up.”
I eyed his gold watch and still couldn’t believe this. He was already planning?
“How do you know I want to go out with you again?” I said.
He smiled and said nothing, but based on what he said next—apparently he had caught me staring at his wrist bling. “You like it? I can get you one, custom made.”
I was speechless after that and just sipped on the wonderful wine. My heart beat faster as I felt his eyes penetrate me.
Worried I may have had a bump on my face or something, I pulled out my compact to check.
“Put it away. You’re perfect,” he said.
I locked eyes with him again and my palms started sweating. “Thank you, that’s very kind.”
“It’s just a fact. You’re different, you know. In the best way.”
“What do you mean?”
“Many women wouldn’t have went on the adventure to find me. You’re a seeker. Creative. A feeler. I deal with logic all day at the office. I need a whimsical woman like you around.” His voice was direct like an arrow and shot pure love and adoration into my heart.
I pursed my lips together but couldn’t make myself say anything. Not only was this man loaded with money, but he saw me as a prize. I decided that if I got nothing else out of this date, at least I got to finally feel special for a night. I smiled as we ordered our meal.
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