"I'll see you later... angel."
She found herself waving back. "Yeah, bye."
When she got into the apartment, she walked straight for her room. She sighed in relief that she hadn't giggled stupidly at his tone of voice.
"Well, you didn't invite him up. That's good," Jesse's voice came from the darkness of the couch. "Where were you?"
"He walked me home."
"Hmm. So, you're together now, right?"
Jo turned on the light to her room and took off her shirt. "I don't know." She pulled her nightgown over her head and pulled down her skirt.
"You better figure it out," Jesse grumbled. "Gary took what you did as a challenge. He was all ready to kick your boy's ass. I had to calm him down."
"You didn't have to do that. Uh, and he's not my boy."
"You've only known this guy for a few days. You know that Gary is what he says he is. Hot Chocolate is nothing but lies."
"He hasn't lied to me," Jo muttered as she slid into bed. "If anything, he's told me too much of what he wants to be true."
"But, he's a white guy. You have to think that there's an ulterior motive for his interest in you. Are you a white guy magnet? I think not. I'm the one that has to shut these boys down all of the time. Hell, I know it's fun to get that attention, but..." Jesse shook her head as she turned to go. "Give me a break, Jo."
She knew that Jesse was right. This was the most attention she'd ever gotten from a man, white or black. They were both so intent on her. It was scary. She sat up in bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She had a thin oval shaped face with high cheekbones. Well, maybe she wasn't ugly. Maybe, she was just pretty enough to be worth a little attention. 'Or...Maybe, I'm just ugly enough to go to two hag balls. Hell, my skin is the same color as my eyes. My hair's just as ratty as ever. I don't have anything to make me special. Why are they acting nuts?'
*
That Monday, Daniel invited her to lunch. She walked into the room and immediately felt that odd feeling that she got when hers was the only black face in the crowd. She'd thought she'd gotten over that, but apparently it was resurfacing. 'Why did he have to choose this place?' Joanne was about to turn around and leave when she saw Daniel waving at her from a table in the back. She met him at his table after exchanging nods with several people she didn't know.
"Cookies," he offered when she finally sat down.
"No, thank you."
"Here, have my plate..."
"I'm not hungry. Thank you for offering..."
"Here, you look cold," he got up and pulled at his coat. With this movement, a table of girls her age looked up at him and then appraisingly down at her.
"What are you doing?"
"What?" He paused in mid supplication and bent down to take her hand.
"Stop it," she pulled out of his grasp.
"Stop what?"
"I'm going..." He stood up with her as she looked around. 'Look at all of them staring. Girl, you better hit the road before that blonde over there comes at you with that butter knife.'
"Joanne, stay. I don't know what I should say..."
"You don't need to do anything. Just stop treating me like I'll break."
He showed her genuine surprise and soothed, "I wasn't doing that. I was just..."
"Hey, it's okay. I've seen it before. This was a stupid idea..."
"I think this is a misunderstanding."
"Yes, it is." She slowly drifted back down to a sitting position and interlaced her fingers.
"That is why I asked you to lunch. You... You're treating me like I'm hurting you when I'm being polite. I can't turn off polite, okay? That's just the way that I am. I open a door and stand next to it for a bit. If you happen to walk through that door, it's gravy. Some jerk makes you feel bad, I stand up for you. Get it?"
She frowned up at him. He was smiling but there was a tenseness in his eyes. She looked back down at her hands.
"I'm not your girlfriend," she muttered.
"I know that."
"We're not together."
"That's true too," he smiled as he regained his seat.
"Stop treating me like that. I don't deserve it."
"Never. You deserve even more."
"No, I don't. Your girlfriend does."
"You keep saying that word, but it doesn't mean anything to me, because I don't want to be your boyfriend."
"Then what do you want to be?"
"I want to be yours, Jo."
The way that he'd said it made a shiver go up her spine. To top it off, she heard a series of gasps and whispers from around her.
She got out of the seat again and gathered her bag. "You are definitely twisted," she frowned at him as she backed away.
"Do I say that to anyone else?"
"I don't know," she tried to be harsh as she kept moving toward the entrance.
"The answer should have been no. Have a little faith."
She stopped short and he stopped with her. "Faith? Danny, I don't know you that well. You don't have to do all of this. I'm right here in front of you."
He nodded at her declarative.
"Straighten up. I thought we were gonna go over those numbers. I didn't think you'd keep up with this other stuff. I could really use the real Daniel, right now. Whoever that may be, he's better than some love sick puppy." She watched him process her words for a second then headed for the nearest elevator.
He called after her, "I am not a love sick puppy. I don't follow you around, howling for your attention..."
"You do," she waved back at him with one hand. "What do you think you're doing, right now?"
He looked at the tray of food he had abandoned to follow her to the hallway.