He squeezed into the chair across from her, unbuttoning his navy blue, double-breasted suit jacket. He had obviously bought his starched white shirt ten or fifteen pounds earlier because he had gap-osis. His gut looked like it was trying to escape and take at least two buttons with it.
“I see you ordered already.”
“Just tea. I tried to wait for you, but…”
“It’s cool. Sorry I’m late, but traffic on ninety-five was a mess as usual.”
Kenny had driven from Delaware. He worked for one of the big credit card companies headquartered there. The drive usually took about an hour, but during rush hour it could easily double, especially on Fridays.
He was one of her few online friends who lived close enough to actually make a face-to-face meeting.
She couldn’t believe how big he was or that he never clued her in during any of their dozens of conversations.
“I’m glad we finally get the chance to meet,” he continued. “You look great by the way, much prettier in person than in the pictures you sent.”
“Thank you.” She damn near bit her tongue holding it in.
He has the nerve to mention the pictures? Ain’t this some shit. The ones he sent must’ve been taken in high school.
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