Part TWo

Part One…

“Bro, she so bad…” Adair spoke aloud as his eyes remained on the beauty who’d walked into the party, owning the room and stealing his attention. He couldn’t see anyone else except her.

Whoever she was, he needed to know her.

Adair was apprehensive about partying on a Monday which he purposely didn’t schedule any classes to catch up on rest but seeing this beautiful stranger—simply getting to stare at her made it all worth it.

That smile was adding light to the poorly lit hall. Her dark silky hair, swaying across her back as she moved those small hips while dancing. She was wearing a powder pink strapless dress, black and white converses with the laces tied up her well moisturized calves.

Who was this girl? Adair hadn’t ever seen her on campus before. Maybe she didn’t go to his school, either way, he needed to know her.

“Go talk to her then,” Tate, his best friend nudged him.

Adair never felt this nervous to approach anyone in his life.

He wasn’t a shy person in the slightest. She looked to be having a good time with her friends.

Hands in the air, eyes closed, feeling the beat with the most beautiful smile spread across her chestnut face.

Everything about her looked warm. Inviting. Soft.

This girl looked like she gave the best hugs. Adair would give anything to see her stand on those tippy toes with her arms wrapped around his neck. He was six-four, so he knew it was an inevitable type of embrace.

“Fuck it,” Adair muttered, throwing the rest of his drink back, carelessly dropping his cup on the floor then headed in her direction. The moment he moved it seemed as if every girl in the party wanted to claim his attention however he had his sights on one person and one person only.

“Hey boy I really wanna see if you, can go downtown with a girl like me!” she sang loudly over the music as she and her friends grooved. “Hey boy, I really wanna be with you, cause you just my type, ooh na na na na!”

“So I’m your type?” Adair whispered in her ear scaring the daylights out of her.

“Jaysus!” she held her chest, then laughed hysterically. “You scared me!”

“My fault,” he smiled, realizing she was even more alluring up close.

Her brown eyes, hooded by long lashes, sparkled in the dark room and her wide full lips that filled up the lower part of her face to perfection, shined with some sort of pink gloss making him want to take the chance and ask for a kiss from this stranger.

“Sabine! Who is that?” her friend shouted over the loud music.

“I don’t know! He was all close on me!”

Sabine, her fucking name is Sabine. Can she get more unique?

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to dance?” Adair queried, feeling himself barely breathing.

This girl needed to hurry up and put him out of his misery or else he’d be in the hospital for lack of oxygen to the brain.

What was air anymore? She’d taken the life from him just by staring up into his eyes.

“Okay!” she cheesed, fully showcasing her colorful braces.

Fuck, if that didn’t make her sexier.

“Don’t go too far, we don’t know him!” her friend advised, and she nodded stepping just a few feet away.

“Hi,” she smiled, then started dancing with absolutely no rhythm. From afar, it didn’t look this bad. People even stopped to stare at what the hell she was doing but who he now knew as Sabine, did not give one care in the world. She was carefree and it showed in the way she moved.

“Sup,” Adair responded. That was the only thing he could come up with in response. Asking for her hand in marriage would’ve freaked her out. “So, your name, Sabine?” he leaned down into her ear for clarification and she nodded.

“Yes, Suh-bean,” she pronounced. “What’s yours?”

“Adair.”

“Adair? Oooh, that’s cute! Tell your parents they did that!”

The first thought to come to his mind was, you can tell my momma yourself at our wedding.

“Will do,” he smiled.

Sabine danced with her shoulders. She held her arms out doing all types of twirling then moved her hips to whatever beat she heard inside of her head. Adair didn’t have to do much as she simply used him as a prop.

All he could do was smile and embrace this confidence and beauty he was receiving.

Her energy was amazing. While everyone else was freaking one another, including her friend who’d found a dance partner, within his best friend, Tate who gave him a head nod, Sabine moved her entire body.

No booty shaking, gyrating, grinding or none of that.

Adair found that shit to be so fucking sexy.

After about five more songs, she’d tired herself out and they stepped off the main dance floor and to the side where the drinks were.

Opting for a water bottle instead of the many liquor filled options, Sabine wolfed it down with no shame.

She was sweating profusely but that only made her look lick-able. Adair just knew she tasted good.

Even with the sweat, her hair remained straightened and all over her. He thought to himself she had to be some type of super black girl because he’d never seen natural hair survive that much dancing, heat and movement in a dark hot room at that.

“You don’t talk?” Sabine nearly jumped up to speak to him.

“I do.”

“Well…” she awkwardly twisted from side to side. “Okay! Thanks for the dance!” she tossed her bottle in the nearby trash can.

Before she could take a whole step away from him, she felt tugging on her hand.

“I…” Adair leaned down a little. “I wanted to get your number.”

“My number?”

“Yea.”

“Hmmm…” Sabine tapped her chin. “Why?”

“Why?”

“Yea, why do you want my number?”

“Because…” Adair searched around the room with his light brown eyes before focusing them back on the only face he wished to wake up to for the rest of his life. Sabine bore into him patiently waiting for his response. “Because I need to keep in contact with my wife.”

“Your wife?!” she shrieked.

Sabine stared at this very tall, honey complected, handsome stranger crazily.

“That’s what I said,” Adair asserted, pulling his phone from his pocket. “Don’t leave your husband hanging.”

Sabine tucked her lips in to keep from blushing before scoffing dramatically then taking the phone, typing her number in before giving it back. She couldn’t believe that was the line that had gotten her. “Is that all dear husband?” she wondered sarcastically.

“For now…” Adair was about to let her go, then gently grabbed her back again. “Where you going?”

“Back to my friends.”

“Can I have a hug?”

Apprehensively, she thought about it before standing on her tippy toes and wrapping her arms around his neck while his arms nearly doubled snaking around Sabine’s small waist.

I knew it, Adair thought.

NOVEMBER 3, 2010

Sabine sat in class trying to focus but Adair wouldn’t stop his antics over text.

They’d only known one another for an exact twelve days yet he swore he knew love at first sight when he saw it.

Over the course of time since he’d gotten her number at the campus party, they talked non-stop.

Because of their hectic class schedules, his job and family stuff that he didn’t get into a lot of detail about, they hadn’t saw one another in person again.

Adair: Come chill with me when you finish with classes for the day.

Sabine: No.

Adair: Why not?

Sabine: Because I don’t “chill” with boys.

Adair: I’m not a boy, I’m a man.

“Oh really?” Sabine thought aloud. Something made her respond…

Sabine: Where?

It took him a few minutes to reply. While she waited, Sabine tuned into her professor discussing logistics.

She was in her final year as business analytics major specializing in operations research.

It was a money motivated career path and when she graduated, she expected to find a job rather easily as the expected growth for the field in IT and healthcare was becoming more and more in demand.

Sabine was a big-time numbers, equations and problem solving geek so although this may have bored the average person she could listen, learn then execute streamlining processes and procedures for better efficiency in her sleep.

Adair: I’ma be honest, you seem like the type of girl that’s used to nice shit, and I probably can’t give you that now on my lil ass paycheck but once I graduate and my career takes off, I’ll give you all the fancy dates you deserve.

But for now…would you be willing to accept a movie with pizza and wings at the crib?

Sabine broke into the absolute biggest smile she’d ever held.

No one, no guy, no person had ever made her feel what Adair did in that moment.

His honesty was what won her over. She never understood how people pegged her for this “need to be spoiled” type of woman, especially without knowing her background however she appreciated that Adair knew value when he saw it, so she was going to accept his pizza and wings.

For some reason, she felt he’d hold up his future promises.

NOVEMBER 4, 2010

Adair and Sabine ended up having their “date” the next evening and she didn’t regret it a lick. They ate pizza, wings, and cheesy bread while watching stand-up comedies which she surprisingly never saw before.

Currently they were sitting on his big bean bag chair, laughing their heads off at Martin: You So Crazy. Sabine was in literal tears while Adair watched her find what he’d saw a million times growing up hilarious. He didn’t think she’d like the humor but surprisingly, she did.

“Oh my gosh,” Sabine wiped the tears from eyes. “My mom would kill me if she knew I was laughing at all of these offensive things.”

“It’s just jokes.”

“Well…” Sabine sighed. “You can’t tell my mom that,” she murmured. “Have you decided where you want to go to grad school?” she asked changing the subject.

“Actually,” Adair scratched the top of his waves. “I got into Columbia.”

“Co…” Sabine choked on her words. “Columbia…Columbia Law?”

“Yea man.”

“So…you’re like…really smart.”

“I mean, I know a lil somethin’”