My pager is going off as I'm walking into my apartment. It's my best friend, Damien. He uses the code that means he needs me to come to his house ASAP. This better be a damn emergency. I go back to my car and head over his way. Driving on the block, everything is quiet. I am wondering if this is a setup. I park  a few house down and across the street from his house and wait. I don't see anything unusual until I spot this classic Rolls Royce parked in front of his house. 

I feel like I seen the car before but can be certain, with that thought in mind I reach in the glove box for my protection. I walk in up the sidewalk staying in the shadows and out of the light from the street lights. 

The closer I get, I see someone in the passenger seat. Walking up closer I can tell its a female and and by the movement of  her shoulders; I think she is crying. I can't be for certain because I can't see her face. For some strange reason, I want to know who she is and why she is crying.

Not trying to scare her, I tap lightly on her window.

" Are you alright, sweetheart?"

I miss her response because I focus on her pretty eyes, bright and round but slanted-shaped with long lashes. I notice her lips look soft and sweet. Her lashes are wet with tears, and I fight the urge to wipe them away and kiss those sweet lips.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"Love," she replies. I can tell she isn't from the Heights. I detect a northern accent, and  notice she is very proper.

"Love," I repeat, asking her if that is her government or club name. She smiles at me.

"Love, nice to meet you; my name is Temor; my friends call me Mo. "

Now she is looking at me with a smirk on her face. I think to myself, yea, she gonna be my summertime shorty.

I see my boy D walking his girl to the car after a few words. My pretty-eyed girl is gone.

I look at D " I need her number."

He responds, " got it right here, Mo."

By the time I get home and get settled, it is after midnight. I can't wait to hear Love's voice, so I call. Dialing the number, I feel anxious.

The phone rings four times. When I am ready to hang up, I hear her voice.

It sounds like sensual kisses and raw sex at the same time she whispers, "Hello."

"Hey, Sweetheart," after what feels like an eternity of silence, the Angel speaks.

" Fea...Temor... how are you? Is everything okay?"

I'm shocked that she already recognizes my voice. I tell her I'm calling to check on her and  make sure she is alright. From there, the conversation continues.

I tell her about myself, the version I want people to know. The version I think she will accept. D told me her dude broke up with her tonight to go back to the military.

I find that Love is so easy to talk to; after having her heart broken tonight, she can show concern for me and engage me in stimulating conversation. That is so dope.

I found out that she is going to college in the city. She is 19 and doesn't have any kids. She is an only child but has two godbrothers that she grew up with. She was born and raised up north and is really close with her family. She and Camila have been friends since high school.

They both live in Brooks Point, an upscale gated community outside of the city. She studies Fashion Design and works. She really got it going on for herself. 

While I am talking to Love, I get a call. I ask Love to hold on while I answer the other line.

"Hello," I say.

"Baby where are you, are you still coming over?"

I look at the clock and see it's now 2:00 am. Damn, I forgot all about Bianca, my girlfriend.

Not wanting to have this conversation, I tell her, " I'm not going to make it tonight; I will come to see you tomorrow, okay?"

The response on the other end was full of disappointment as Bianca whines

"Mo, I've been waiting for you since 8:00 pm."

I know she has been waiting and has every right to be disappointed. The conversation I'm having with Love is going great. I don't want it to end.

I lie again..." I am sorry, I have been busy all day with work. I'll see you tomorrow."

I hung up without a second thought. I didn't want to keep my new sweetheart waiting too long..clicking  back over.

" Sorry to keep you waiting ..that was Damien" The conversation just flowed for the next few hours.

Three things became clear to me,

Love is different than most girls I deal with.

She has a great conversation.

I was feeling her, and we never talked about sex; she never talked about money or ask what type of car I drive and

I am already falling for Love.

....Shiiit