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didn't even glance at them. He only had eyes for me. And like when he called me beautiful that night and seemed like he really meant it. I even told him some stories over breakfast the next morning, about growing up in Detroit, and I even told him a couple of the  -- the painful parts of my childhood, and he just listened so attentively, like he was really interested in my life, like he really wanted to find out more and more about me. And I just loved the way that made me feel. I just loved the way he made me feel the entire time I was with him. As if he really cared, and as if he had all the time in the world for me. So -- I guess it all boils down to this. I think he's a good man, and he has a good heart. And that's exactly what I want, and what's most important to me. I want a man with a good heart, and the rest is just bonus. So if the penthouse, and the champagne, and the fancy car, if all that stuff fell away, and if Benito were just a sanitation worker from the Bronx, yes. Yes, I'd definitely still be interested in him. I wouldn't even care if he were a little less good-looking, either. I'm definitely after him, but I'm after his caring, and his sensitivity, and his heart."
                Tasha nodded and slugged back the rest of her latte. "Okay, then. Exactly what I knew you'd say. Now, remember all you just said. Remember it good. Because if you and this dude do move in a long-term direction, there might be some people who gonna say that all you just said is not what's really in your heart. They might say that you got other intentions and motivations in your  heart   -- bad ones. And you gonna need to remember your words just now so   you'll   know   -- that they don't even have a clue what's up. So remember your words, and I'll even be your witness that all this was everything that was truly in your heart. Okay?"
                I nodded, thoroughly confused.  " 'Kay."
                "Good. Now, get ready. 'Cuz I'm about to say this." Tasha leaned across the little table and lowered her voice. "Felicia -- Benito is a billionaire."
                "A -- a  what?"
                "A billionaire."
                "A  --  a  billionaire?"
                "A billionaire."
                "A billionaire?  Like   -- with a b ?"
                "What'd it sound like I said? He an astronaut? He a dentist? He secretly an alien from outer space? He a billionaire . With a b . And with lots and lots of zeroes in the number of his net worth dollar amount. Probably like, fifty or somethin'."
                I sat back in my chair, just as shocked as Tasha had thought I might be. I couldn't even speak. Music played from speakers near the front of the coffeehouse, a song with lyrics that repeated the phrase "big spender" over and over again.
                After several moments, I found my voice. "Wait. Let me get this perfectly straight. Did you just say Benito's a -- a billionaire?"
                "Now, c'mon. I know ya ain't got hearin' problems."
                I sat silently for a long moment, just as mind-blown as Tasha had been. "So,
    Like   -- computers?"
                She nodded, her pink sequined drop earrings bobbing. "Yeah. Computers something-or-other. Tech junk. A big internet company. And he's the one who started the whole thing, and he's the one who still runs it, and he's the majority owner dude or whatever. But that wasn't even what the news article was about. The article was mostly about how the company stock just went public or whatever, and how everyone's just all fallin' all over themselves to buy it and stuff. Had a picture of homeboy right up at the top of the article, along with his full name, Benito Fabriccio . Kind of a cool-sounding name, ain't it?"
                I sat speechless.
                Tasha took an enormous bite of a blueberry muffin.