text: *click clack, click clack, the sound of Katrina Miller's heals continued down the long stretch from her office to the exit. Co-workers glared trying not to get caught staring. Knowing this, Katrina held her nose in the air higher and a pleased grin drew across her face. Before she reached the exit of her office building, her assistant cut in front of her and began speaking immediately. "Donavon called." She pumped her eyebrows multiple times before giggling and continuing. "He wanted to see if you were available to talk? He's on line 1." She clenched her notepad to her chest excitedly. Katrina rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Ha, tell him I am not in the office and take a message." With a nod and a huff she walked toward the elevator and declined down to the parking deck. "Siri call Felicia." Katrina unpinned her hair, it dropped down to her shoulders and she shook it looser. Pulled her watermelon flavored lip gloss from her purse and reapplied a layer of gloss and glitter to her lips before popping them out at herself in the mirror. Aye girl wassup? The southern accent spoke loudly through the car. Katrina couldn't wait to fill her in on the whole Donavon fiasco. Katrina laughed and started: You are not going to believe who called me today at work. There was a slight pause for suspense or for Felicia to guess within that time, but when she didn't, Katrina continued; Donavon! Katrina could hear the sound of Felicia choking on whatever drink or smoke she was hitting at the time. Katrina looked at her phone in annoyance. "You are so extra, I'm pulling up now. The phone call ended as Katrina pulled into the driveway of her friend Felicia's house. She honked a couple times to let her know she was outside, then proceeded toward the door. Felicia opened the door and greeted her best friend with a hug. "So Don called?" Felicia announced again while dropping down on the couch smiling in Katrina's direction. Katrina flopped beside her friend and tossed a pillow in her face. "yes girl, Katrina started. I didn't take the call, I want to make him work for it you know?" She shrugged then looked at her friend for assurance that she was doing the right thing. Felicia raised her brow, "You like the guy, been filling my ears and head up for the past month, he finally calls and you blow him off?" Katrina clutched a pillow and looked nervous at what Felicia might say next. "You did AWESOME GIRL!" They simultaneously scream like school girls. "Now he's really gonna break a sweat and try harder." Just then Katrina got a text: got a sec? -D Katrina waited a few minutes before responding. They scheduled to meet Thursday night at Bel-air's, an upscale 4 star restaurant not too far from where she works. Katrina pulled up to Bel-air's at 7 on the dot, paid valet and walked inside. She wore a slender black dress that hugged her tight and didn't go an inch over her knees. Her neck sparkled with a pearl diamond necklace, with earrings to match. She decided to curl her hair to bring more attention to her beautiful big brown eyes. She approached the waiter checking people in; "Reservation ma'am?" He asked with a light smile. Katrina cleared her throat, "yes, I'm meeting a friend here, Donavon McDonald." He looked down the list on both sides of the reservation paper. "No, I'm sorry ma'am no Donavon McDonald." Feeling the heat rise from the tips of her toes up to her forehead, she tried to keep her cool. "How about Katrina Miller?" Again he searched, again no luck. To save herself from more embarrassment she stepped out of line and called Donavon. " Hey, it's the Don, you know what to do at the beep." "Um Donavon it's Katrina, I'm at Bel-air's I think you forgot the reservation, call me." She looked around and finally spotted Donavon. "Am I late or you're early?" Donavon called out as he approached her, he flashed a smile, that she did not return. Her arms were folded and her body said she may be upset. "You don't have a reservation?" Katrina questioned. "I do, actually." Katrina shot him a look that called him a liar. "Under what name?" Instead of answering, he grabbed her hand and led her inside the restaurant again. "Hello sir, madam, reservation?" Just like before he gave a light smile and spoke very kindly. Katrina looked to Donavon, who spoke rather cheesy. "Yes, reservation under Markel Manson." Katrina released his hand as the waiter walked them to a table that was candle lit and had musicians close-by playing a soft melody. Katrina had to admit she was impressed. He pulled her chair out so she could sit, a true gentleman Katrina thought. "So you're name is Markel, is it?" Katrina interrogated. She took a sip of her champagne and nearly spit it out. It tasted like an old boot, if she ever tasted one. "It's Markel Donavon Manson McDonald, I know it's long and crazy just like my parents who gave me the name. I hope that's not a deal breaker?" She smirked at her suspicions, "no, but this nasty drink might be." They both share a laugh. "Hey Huns you ready to order?" A red haired waitress with a Texas accent approached with her pen and paper ready. "I'll have a bourbon taco steak with mashed potatoes, green beans and the cheddar rolls." Donavon licked his lips at his order before closing his menu and passing it onto the waitress. "And for you Ms. Lady?" She turned to Katrina. "I'll have the southwestern chilli bowl with jasmine rice and cornbread with a large side salad, oh and instead of this champagne, I'd like a sweet tea please." Satisfied with her order, she passed her menu, and the waitress went to deliver their order to the kitchen. Donavon's face grew serious and Katrina caught it. "You okay?" Katrina asked. "I uh, I thought you'd order a lil' salad or sum." She noticed that how he spoke also changed. "lil'? She repeated. Donavon grew impatient with her and came clean, "the reason why I was late, is because I may have been involved in a robbery wit' my lil cousin Jermaine. Katrina was speechless and worried. She stayed silent for a while and then spoke. "So, you're a thief AND a liar", she pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a loud exhale. "I don't date thugs, or any rutheless man for that matter, I'm sorry but I have to go." When she got up to leave Donavon grabbed her hand, with such grip force, he stared into her eyes; "look wench! I did this for you! so you gone sit down and eat, now sit, or the next place I rob will be this one. Wide eyed, and frightened she slowly sat down and so did he. The waitress came back with their food, Katrina didn't touch her food. When the waitress came back around after Donavon finished eating she inquired to Katrina; "Is there a problem with the food?" Donavon gave Katrina a warning look, that made her force a shaky smile. "No, nothing's wrong, I just got full off the drinks, may I have a to go container?" "Yes ma'am, I'll be right back." Katrina stopped her halfway, "Oh ma'am? I'm sorry, where's your ladies room?" "Right that way, first door on the left." Katrina quickly linked with the waitress, apologizing for her behavior while blaming the tea and champagne for her full bladder. She wasted no time by looking back, she prayed there would be a window in there. Luckily there was and she managed to crawl out of the small window. Her dressed ripped but she didn't care, she ran up to the valet and grabbed her keys so she could personally get her own car. "Siri call the police." Out of breath still trembling she told the police everything, including the fact that she may need protection. After hanging up she parked the car and cried, thankful that her date didn't go any worse than it did.