“Thank you,” I answer. “Didn’t expect to see you away from Grits on a Saturday night.” “The manager’s got it,” he says. “Though it was definitely busy. The kitchen is slammed. I’m going back. I just had to see my girl.” “Oh, because it’s been so long since we saw each other.” Yasmen laughs. “A whole six hours.” “I missed you,” he whispers, kissing her cheek.
Oh what's-her-face didn't stand a chance.
Seriously though, I forgot her name. Pretty sure it started with a V. Goes to show, she stood less than a chance
