The life of a side chic is not complicated. It's fun
Charles pulled up into my driveway and put the transmission in park.
He looked at me and gave a smile. It was the kind he had after a long and fun time with me.
I had spent the day with him. He wanted us to have a special Saturday together. It started with brunch at The Tropicana, a nice upscale restaurant downtown. I always dreamed of going to eat there, but my salary made it way above my budget.
A co worker celebrated her birthday there last month. I had to get a rain check, because I wasn’t trying to check my account balance after one or more drinks. I checked the menu online, and there were a few drinks I was dying to try.
My coworkers were excessive when it came to spending. I had plans to buy a house in the next eighteen months. I had to be frugal with my spending. The reviews of the place made it sound like a bucket list for the average mind.
As soon as I suggested The Tropicana for brunch, he agreed.
Charles was happy.
I was impressed, the ambience, the service, the food was five star. The waitresses were patient and polite. The one who served us had moved from Colombia. She was exotic. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She had a beautiful smile and captivating mannerisms. I was served the…
