| Straight: Serial Stories: The Shades of Passion Chapter 8 (3/6) |
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to himself, all good. “Yeah, uh, we need to get goin’,” he agreed, “Because they stop serving the main food around nine thirty. I don’t want to be tastin’ any rushed food.” Janace was pleasantly impressed by Archie’s silver M-45. She was his first non-black passenger, but for that matter he had allowed very few people in it. He was very conscious not to portray the image that he was very much caught up in his sleek ride – even if it had voice recognition controls and all the standard luxury accoutrements – but there was no doubt by his proud gait that this was his choice to symbolize some of the fruits of his success. “And you say you’re a car salesman?” she playfully asked him. “Didn’t you pay attention to my business card?” he also bantered back at her. “Hey, you don’t always have to have deep pockets to get something nice. Some times it’s all about finding the right deal, uh-huh.” “So how did you find the right deal?” she then inquired. “Can’t you hook me up the same way?” When they arrived at the popular spot on Washington Street, Archie’s M-45 fit right among the BMWs, Mercedes and Lexus statements that were parked in the area. And Janace’s plain but elegant appearance did very little to take away from his already impressive, six-foot-five-inch stature. The band was in the midst of playing an instrumental cover of Frankie Beverly and Maze’s “Happy Feelin’s” as they entered Anthony’s Downtown. The waitress showed them a table about mid depth. Out of curiosity, Archie scanned the establishment with hopes that he and Janace were not the only mixed couple. There was no such luck that night – welcome to reality, my man. “I think you made a great choice, Archie, by taking me here tonight,” Janace congratulated him. Unlike Archie, she felt no sense of anxiety being the only non-black patron and for that matter the only non-black person other than the keyboardist and sax player from the band. She thought about sharing with Archie a few of her early experiences dating black men, but she would only divulge any stories of that if he asked. In truth, Janace felt her date with Archie might provide some validation or invalidation to her intuition concerning him. If he could handle being seen with her in public, she knew he just might be the man that she had hoped to do what ever it took not to let him go. “I bet this is one of your favorite places to take your women?” Janace said probingly. Humph. If she only knew, this wasn’t. Archie had chose this place because he thought it would be as neutral of a setting as possible and one that he might not feel embarrassed if somebody that he knew spotted him. “I had heard a lot about this place for some time,” he answered in his own slow, Southern drawl. “I just never got around to coming here. I heard they had some good baked chicken and rice.” “Is that what you’re having? Hmmm. Funny you would order some white meat. You must be on a binge for some lately,” Janace told Archie with some boldness. Then she glanced at the menu. She had decided on some |
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