Eden opens the front door and only needs to listen for her friend. It had been three days, three days since Jasmine had jumped in Antonio's arms. Three days since Eden had to give Antonio Jasmine's number and three freakin' days that Eden had to listen to that damn bell jingle around her ankle. It was a freakin' cat collar but Jasmine wore it like an engagement ring.
"Jazz? You home?" she already knew the answer.
"In here," the voice came from the kitchen.
Eden made her way there tossing her bags and keys on the counter. "I webstalked your guy today. That smells great. Its only 3:30, what you fixin'?" Eden grumbled at the jingle of each step from station to station.
Jasmine poured the box of spaghetti noodles in the boiling water. "Spinach Beef Housen Noodles. Find anything interesting?"
Eden unfolds her notes as if revealing the award results. "Mr. Antonio P. Noah has no criminal record. No college degree found in the database. Held two jobs in excess of ten years. Mr. Antonio P. Noah's father is Dr. Ethan P. Noah and married to his mother for 42 years. Mr. Antonio P. Noah's tax reports show he has never claimed any dependents. Mr. Antonio P. Noah's credit score is 783. Mr. Antonio P. Noah has no income data. Mr. Antonio P. Noah's description is 6'3, 210 lbs, blue eyes, brown hair."
Jasmine wonders at how her friend stalks that well. "Wow, girl. That's quite a report."
Eden tucks the report back in her purse. "Heard from Mr. Antonio P. Noah . . . you know what the P. stands for?"
"Hmm. No and no. Paul?"
"Peter. PETER. Who on earth has a middle name of Peter?"
Jasmine drains the noodles. "Apparently Antonio P. Noah does."
Eden gets up to stir in the noodles. "Peter! Jazz? Peter?"
The girls laugh as Jasmine finally gets the implication.
Eden crudely licks a noodle off her finger. "Peter!"
"Eden! Gross!" pushing her friend from the bowl.
The telephone rings, Jasmine quickly answers the unfamiliar number in hopes of hearing Antonio P. Noah's voice at the other end.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Sexy!" Oh, that damn voice. "All he said was hello and I frickin' melt," she thought to herself.
"Are you busy?"
"Am I busy?" her thoughts were almost verbal, "yes, I am busy, busy with crazy sexual tension running through my head" her thoughts screamed. But her mouth betrayed her and she didn't utter a word.
Finally she squeaked "No. Just talkin' to Eden"
Jasmine pushes her friend away as Eden licks another noodle from her index finger and whispers "Peeeeeter."
"I'm free tonight and was hoping we could spend some time together. Would you like that?" Antonio offered.
"Oh, you know I would! How soon will you be here?" Out the window went any mystery she was hoping for.
Jasmine didn't want to sound too eager, but oh shit ... She scolds herself. You're starting to overthink things again, but then the bell around her ankle brought her back to reality. "Ok, so um, I need some time to put my face on."
Antonio bargains, "I tell you what, I'll be at your door in the time it takes to drive from my house to yours. That gives you just enough time."
Jasmine smiles. "And just how far is your house from mine MISTER Antonio?" Wow, Jasmine was proud of her boldness.
"Forty-three minutes this time of day," Antonio answers with confidence.
"Oh, so you have driven it have you?" pondering the implications.
"Promise me you'll be ready when I get there."
"Yes Sir." and there it was. They both paused in recognition. She called him 'Sir'.
The two girls kick it into high gear.