Chapter 7
After his fourth drink and waiting almost an hour after the scheduled meet time, Paul worried that he had been stood up by Tomeka. No missed calls, as well as no text messages is what his cell phone reflected, but just to reassure himself that he did not have the wrong meet time, Paul scrolled through his text to Tomeka, confirming the conversation of their scheduled encounter.
“So, do you have that room number yet cutie? I have been thinking about you all day,” the text message read.
“I sure do, I will be in room# 3048, Marriott, W. Century Blvd by the airport, tonight 8pm. I’m glad that I’m on your mind,” Paul continued to read as he scrolled further into the confirming text chain.
“So, where the hell is she?” Paul thought aloud, getting a little nervous that things were no
