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short hallway led to what she thought were two bedrooms and a bathroom. The whole apartment couldn’t have been more than 900 square feet. That was the size of her garage, she thought shamefully.
    “You wanna sit down?” Anton asked, noticing her looking around. He didn’t want to know what she was thinking. He already had a pretty good idea anyway.
    “Yeah, thanks,” she answered making her way to the couch. She sat down next to an end table overflowing with framed pictures. She picked one up.
    “Is this little Anton?” she asked grinning at him.
    “Girl, put that down. Mama, why you gotta have those pictures out all the time? They embarrassin’!” he called to his mother who was in the kitchen pouring three glasses of iced tea.
    “Oh hush,” she called back. “You were a cute baby.”
    “You were,” Emma agreed, studying the rest of the pictures.
    Anton blushed as he sat down in a chair across from her.
    “So what happened?” she asked playfully.
    “Oh, you funny.” He turned to look at his mother in the kitchen. She was getting something out of the refrigerator and probably would not hear him if he spoke softly.
    “Please girl, you know I’m fly. I can’t help you wanna stare at me all the time.”
    Now Emma blushed. She fingered the picture frames for something to do until his mother returned to the living room with a tray of sandwiches and iced tea. She placed the tray on the coffee table and sat down next to Emma on the couch.
    “I don’t know how long you’ll be here today, Emma,” she said handing her a glass of tea. “So I made some sandwiches for you and Anton. If you anything like me, you get hungry doing school work.”
    “I do,” Emma replied. “And thank you.”
    “Mama goin’ to school to be a nurse,” Anton said. There was a note of pride in his voice. “She almost finished, right?”
    “Yep,” his mother replied. “And thank goodness. I’m so tired of working all the time and goin’ to school. It wear me out.”
    “Speakin’ of workin’,” Anton said. “I got a job.”
    “You did? Where?” his mother asked. And then she added more excitedly, “You get that UPS job?”
    “You know it,” he replied. He flashed a huge smile and did a little upper body dance with his head and shoulders. “I’m’ll be loadin’ them boxes all day long.”
    “Baby, I’m so proud of you,” Ms. Robinson said. “But I don’t want you workin’ too much. You still got school, even after you graduate.”
    “I know, Mama,” Anton said.
    “Do you have a job, Emma?” Ms. Robinson asked.
    “I lifeguard during the summer,” Emma replied. “My parents won’t let me work during the school year.”
    “Well, they want you to focus on your grades,” Ms. Robinson said. “And that’s the most important thing when you in school.”
    Emma smiled and took a sip of her iced tea. It was deliciously sweet. She fell into an easy conversation with his mother, Anton interjecting with comments here and there, all the while stealing glances in his direction from time to time. She wanted to judge for herself how “fly” he thought he was. And she realized that he was not joking.
    He was tall—at least six feet four inches, she judged—with long legs and large hands. She thought that he could fold her hand in his completely, making it disappear from sight. He was lean and muscular and had the silkiest, most perfect dark skin she had ever seen. It surprised her. Shouldn’t he be dealing with acne like every other senior at their school, she thought? Perhaps he had gotten over that earlier in his life.
    She couldn’t help but notice his lips. They were plump with a faint pinkish hue—very kissable she thought then quickly disregarded it. His lips were fascinating, but his eyes were captivating. She had never seen eyes that color and didn’t quite know how to describe them. They looked like honey—a dark, rich honey near his pupils and a lighter amber color around the edges. She was