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was why when she asked me questions about my personal life back in VA, I shut down her nosey ass. I simply told her that the life I lived back in Virginia wasn’t any of her business. “Oh, my bad! I apologize,” she said. But I told her that there was no need for an apology, because now she knew where I stood when it came to my personal life, so we shouldn’t have that problem again. So far we hadn’t.
    I couldn’t say the same for Nikki, because Rachael kept Nikki running her mouth about her business. Even though seventy percent of what Nikki told her was a lie, the fact remained that Nikki entertained Rachael’s nosiness, and when Nikki least expected it, those very same lies were going to come right back and blow up in her face. I couldn’t wait for that day, because when it came, I was going to laugh my ass off.
    Meanwhile, we got a surprise visit from a short, white, middle-aged woman carrying a clipboard and a dozen red roses in a crystal vase. “May I help you?” I asked her.
    “I have a delivery for Kira,” she replied.
    Shocked by this unexpected delivery, I stepped forward and said, “That’s me.” I was racking my brain trying to figure out who the hell could have sent me flowers. I hadn’t been on a date since I’d been in Houston, and I hadn’t met anyone, so who were these flowers from? I cradled the flowers in my left arm while I signed the delivery form, thanked the woman, and tipped her ten bucks before she made her exit. Immediately after she left I rushed back to my station, set down the vase, and grabbed the little pink-and-white card from the plastic guard.
    “I wonder who sent me these flowers?” I asked aloud.
    “Stop fronting, Kira. You know who sent them,” Rachael interjected.
    While I attempted to open the card, I smiled bashfully. “I swear, I do not know who sent this.” My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I read the card.
    Rachael and Carmen both rushed to my side. “Who sent it?” they both wanted to know.
    Nikki didn’t utter one word. She sat in her chair with her arms folded, I guess waiting for me to unveil the mystery of who sent me the roses. I looked at Rachael and Carmen and said, “Fatu.”
    Nikki jumped straight out of her seat. “Fatu?” she repeated incredulously.
    I smiled at her. “That’s what the card said.”
    “Who is Fatu?” Carmen asked.
    “Yeah, who is he?” Rachael chimed in.
    Before I could answer them, Nikki rushed over and grabbed the card out of my hands. “He’s the brother of this guy I met last night,” she blurted out. Her attitude was back in effect. After she read the card, she placed it on my station instead of putting it back into my hands.
    “Oh shit! Kira’s got a new man,” Carmen teased.
    “No, I do not,” I protested.
    “Well, tell us how he looks,” Rachael suggested.
    I shrugged. “I can’t really tell you because it was dark. Plus, he was sitting in the car when Nikki’s friend introduced him to me.”
    “Well, did y’all get to talk?” Rachael pestered.
    “No. All I did was say hi.”
    Carmen put her hands on her hips and said, “You mean to tell us that all you did was said hi to this cat, and he went out and had a dozen red roses delivered to you?”
    I nodded. It may have sounded strange, but it was true.
    Carmen shook her head. “Well, that’s kind of hard to believe.”
    “Ask Nikki. She was there.”
    Carmen and Rachael turned to Nikki, who had returned to her chair. “Is she telling the truth or what?” Rachael asked.
    Nikki sighed heavily, as if she really didn’t want to be bothered. She reluctantly said, “She ain’t lying.”
    Satisfied, Rachael directed more questions at me. “Well, did he write anything in the card besides his name?”
    “Yes.” I smiled.
    “Well, what did he say?”
    “Yeah, tell us what it said,” Carmen added.
    I blushed. “All he said was that I was beautiful, and he hoped that I enjoyed the roses.”
    “Did he put his number in there?” Carmen