“Hello gentlemen.” Rebecca said as they walked towards her in the terminal. “Thought you would never get here.”
“It was all Kevin’s fault. He was the one who was slow this morning.”
“Everything ok?” Rebecca said to Kevin.
“Yeah, just a little nervous about this meeting. Wanted to make sure I had everything. Been here long?”
“Not really. I picked up some breakfast for us.”
Kevin had a smile on his face. “Always thinking ahead.”
“I figured the flight is a couple of hours, so by the time we get there, it will only give us about two hours before the meeting.”
Black was already in the white bag.
“Girl, you sure know what a brotha needs,” he said biting into his bacon, egg and grape jelly sandwich.
Rebecca always knew what each man liked for breakfast, hell it was her job to know. Black was just a country boy who always needed grape jelly on whatever breakfast sandwich he was eating.
She turned toward Kevin and replied coyly, “I like to think so.”
She and Kevin shared a smile.
“Now boarding Flight 267 to Atlanta. First class passengers may now board.”
“That’s us dude and dudette.”
“Come on slow poke,” Rebecca said grabbing Kevin’s hand.
“Whatever.”