Part 6 of 14
“You,” he said letting his laughter die down a little. “You actin’ like a jealous girlfriend.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Rogue said putting her fork down. “It’s obvious you like her, so go annoy her and leave me alone.”
“You t’ink I like dat girl?” he asked.
“Well, you were lookin’ at her,” Rogue said matter-a-factly.
“So, I like lookin’ at pretty girls. What wrong wid dat?” Rogue was about to say something but Remy beat her to it. “I like looking at you, even more den dat girl. Somethin’ special about you, Chere. I knew dat de moment I saw you.”
“You don’t even know me,” she said.
“I’d like to,” he said, trying to reach for her hand. She pulled away, placing her hands in her lap. “Forgot, you don’ like touchin’. Dat what you said, Chere.”
“Why do ya call me that?” she snapped at him.
“Well, you never tell Remy your name, so gotta call you somt’ing.”
“It’s Rogue,” she said, looking away shyly.
“You sure?” he asked. “Kind of a funny name for a girl as pretty as you.”
“That’s what people call me,” she said. He started to open she mouth, but pointed a gloved finger at him. “Don’t bother askin’ my real name, ‘cause that ain’t none a your business.”
“Fine den, Rogue is it,” he said and sat back in his seat. He looked up to see a woman approaching, carrying an order of food. “Well, Remy LaBeau,” the woman said. “What brings you here dis fine mornin’?” Just then she looked over to see a pretty young woman with the greenest eyes she had ever seen. “As if I had ta ask.”
“Mercy, it’s nice ta see you again,” he said, as she placed the plate in front of him.
“Here’s your black coffee,” she said with a smile. “So how’s dat brother a yours? Haven’t seen him in lately.”
To Be Continued...
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