“Hurry up, we’ve got to be early.”
I feel Terry leave the car and a burst of fresh night air washes over my skin as the car door opens.
Before the food arrives, Terry takes my hands and the wildness in the pits of my stomach remind me that I’m female and human. I look around the restaurant to assure myself that Im not been watched. Terry smiles and tightens his hold.
“Leave me alone, you love it.” We joke around for some minutes, while sipping our Chapman until our food arrives.
He winks at me. My family and friends gather round us. I hear cheers and jeers from the world around us.
“A real man, Mink, real man.”
“Mink, she scared as hell, she gonn’ die, oh my lawd.“
I giggle at the last jeer simultaneously with looking before me. We had a short moment of mamihlatinatapai, our short breaths and the finger he traces on my skin: our eyes like hands, drinking up each other.
A ring pops up from nowhere as oohs and aahs fill the air. My brain is as dishelleved as I look. My mouth is dry and I nod like a wet kitten, only with mascara ink running down my cheek.