It was 6 PM when I hauled into the hotel’s parking lot entrance. The valet was there, and he motioned for me to stop. I rolled down the window and asked, “Sir, I am supposed to be meeting my cousin. She a cute redbone and… Up nevermind.”
Dani was standing right behind him with a black blouse, blue jeans, and black strapped heels.
“Sir, can you take his keys? He has not had to park his car before. I will help him to his bags and room,” she said in a high-pitched voice.
“Yes, ma’am,” the valet man responded, “Sir, get all of your belongings, for you won’t be coming back until you check out. And welcome to the Four Points by Sheraton at the French Quarter.”
I showed a slight smile on my face. My head nodded, and I did what I was told. I grabbed my backpack and my suitcase. I signed the pa
