LoveHate Thing
INVOLVED: Robyn Lewis and Jasmine Atwater TIME FRAME: Friday Evening, May 22, 2020 LOCATION: The Capital Grille; Washington, D.C. SUMMARY: As they spoke about via text, Jasmine and Robyn met up to grab a bite to eat, no a date exactly, but just a simple get together if you will. Only, Jasmine shows up late, slightly ticking Robyn off and the night goes downhill from there.
“Give me love, baby Not enough, not enough, just a touch, baby What the fuck, baby, It's just us, baby This ain't right, this is life This a love hate thing Hold me tight, let me go Heal my heart, hurt my soul Build me up, break me down Make me smile, make me frown Give me love, take it all away again Give me love, take it all away again”
“I told you that I would call you once I leave. I am having dinner with a friend,” Jasmine told Kingston, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder as she rubbed some lip gloss onto her lips. “Kingston,” she breathed softly. “I told you I was very busy lately. I don’t have space on my schedule to fly with Juana to Miami right now,” she confirmed. Their reservations were set for 7PM, and here it was 7:25, and she was held up on the phone with him, she hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to text Robyn. But she was sure the woman was already here as well. Looking through the parking lot Jasmine said, “mhm,” to him gently as she twisted the rings off her finger. “Maybe some time next month, but I really have to go,” she told him again. “I will call you…” she said to him again as she sighed, “you too,” she said with an eye roll as she hung the phone up. “Jesus Christ,” she said exasperatedly as she finally climbed out of the car; she locked the doors and tossed her phone and keys into her LV bag. She shifted the belt on her waist and moved on her heels towards the front entrance of the building moving towards the hostess.
Robyn sat in the booth, nails tapping against the table idly as she looked around the restaurant slowly. Her eyes kept looking towards the door and she gnawed on her lip anxiously. Pulling her phone from her bag, she double checked the time before she blew out a huff of air. Had Jasmine stood her up? This was her idea in the first place. Shaking her head, she decided that she would give the woman another ten minutes before she just left. With that thought, she began flipping through the menu, trying to keep her mind occupied.
“Atwater,” Jasmine said to the hostess as she held her purse in her hand, “it should be a reservation for two,” she added holding up two fingers at the woman. When the woman found her in the system she smiled, “yes your other party member is already seated, so follow me,” the hostess said back to Jasmine and she nodded her head following her like she asked. Jasmine moved through the large facility and she smirked as she moved over to the table that Robyn was at taking her in with a bright smile. She was so beautiful, she practically shined with her own special glow everywhere she went. “Hey,” she said as the woman showed her to the table before departing. “I am so sorry Robyn, Juana… held me up,” she said offering her an apologetic smile. “You look beautiful though,” she complimented as she lowered herself in the seat across from her.
Robyn flipped to the next page in the menu, looking over the various dinner options with a deep sigh. As the hostess approached with Jasmine in tow, she looked up at the woman. She was a bit upset, but she tried not to show it as she smiled at Jasmine. “Hi,” she said sweetly. At Jasmine’s excuse, Robyn pursed her lips slightly, knowing that the woman was lying. “It’s fine, I haven’t been waiting that long,” she said, with a lick of her lips. “Thank you,” she said, tucking her braids behind her ear. “As do you.”
Jasmine looked at her and smirked a bit, “almost 30 minutes,” she said, calling it for what it was. “But you know what being a mother is like first-hand,” she said continuing her lie as she shifted sitting her purse down. “Thank you,” she told her cutely as she looked at the menu. “ Are you ready to order? You know what you want?” she asked her as she flipped the menu open and began to look it over.
Nodding slightly, Robyn shifted a bit, pulling her dress down her thighs a bit under the table. “So, you’re going to hold up this lie?” she questioned Jasmine, feeling very irritated at the moment. Licking her lips once more, she slid her phone back into her purse now that Jasmine was sitting before her, she no longer really needed to worry about the time. “I am not,” she flipped the menu once more, a bit rougher than she really needed to out of her irritation.
At her words Jasmine looked up from the menu her smile falling a bit. “Robyn,” she said to her simply as she not only had been caught but didn’t know what else to say. She shifted in the seat, “it was a bit of drama…” she shrugged, “why tell you that when I can put it off on something else?” she asked her quietly. “Are you going to be mad at me the whole time now?” she asked her, “because I was a little late…”
Robyn lifted her eyes to Jasmine and she pursed her lips at the woman’s words. “I don’t care what it was,” she said, “I’ve already been lied to for years apparently, “ she told Jasmine, “the minimum that I need from you is the truth,” she voiced. “Can you give me that?” At Jasmine’s next question, she sighed, “I can deal with you being late… I’m not mad.”
Jasmine looked at Robyn again, “you can’t punish me or anyone else that comes after him for what he chose to do,” she said to her seriously. “I was protecting you from a ruined night… I didn’t lie,” she said to her seriously. “I brought you to dinner because of him… to maybe get your mind off what you are dealing with,” she said giving her a knowing look. “I won’t make you a promise, that I may not keep, I'm human just like you,” she said looking down at the menu, folding it up a bit. “Now figure out what you want to eat…” she said slyly.
Robyn’s neck jerked back slightly. “Asking for you not to lie to me is punishing you?” she questioned, baffled. Nodding slowly at Jasmine’s words, Robyn reached for her purse as she began to slide from the booth. “You’ve basically just told me that you’re going to lie to me,” she said as she stood onto her feet, pulling her dress down slightly. “So… you can have a good night Jasmine,” she said easily, flipping some of her braids back over shoulder as she moved for the exit.
Jasmine's eyes scanned the menu slowly before she looked at Robyn again watching her reach for her purse and she licked her lips. She tilted her head slowly, “what?” she said keeping her voice down. “Robyn sat down,” she said to her gently. “That’s not even what I said,” she tried to reason. The thought of Robyn embarrassing her like this made the demanding and more masculine side of her come out and she said without much thought, “sit down,” through her teeth, “and stop turning up on me, in here, because of a misunderstanding and obvious miscommunication,” she said to her, her eyes glaring at Robyn’s.
Robyn glanced back at Jasmine at her soft calling and she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth as she slowly lowered her thick body back into the booth seat. She rested her purse in her lap as she stared across the table at Jasmine, blinking slowly as the woman glared at her. “Just tell me the truth,” Robyn whispered to her. “That is all that I ask,” she said.
“Girl have you lost your mind? As long as I am eating you out like filet mignon, you are going to sit there and order one. We aren’t doing this today Robyn,” Jasmine said to her shaking her head. A bit of a ‘tude on her now, which was rare because a lot of things don’t bother her; but Robyn’s impulsiveness did. She looked back at the menu and she thought about what she wanted to eat quietly to herself, this happened to have been a plan for them to get to know each other better but well things didn’t always go as planned.
Robyn sat back slightly, sitting her purse aside once more now as she picked her menu up, crossing her legs under the table. She licked her lips as she clenched her thighs together as she said, “okay,” in a submissive-like voice. She used the menu to fan herself now as she gazed across the table at Jasmine, her lips parted slightly.
Jasmine blinked hard as she decided what they’d have as an appetizer in her mind before she made her final selection as the woman approached them, that she assumed was their waitress. “Hello, welcome,” the girl said to both women, “what drinks could I start you ladies off with?” she asked them both with a smile. Jasmine looked at the girl and said, “hi,” to her politely, her attitude melting. “Um, actually could we have a bottle of your Pinot Noir?” she asked the girl. And their waitress nodded her head at Jasmine, “of course,” she said pleasantly, “I will go grab that and two wine glasses for you both,” she said as she moved to walk off. Jasmine offered her a polite smile before she dropped it as the woman walked off and she looked at the menu again. “Shrimp cocktail?” she asked her curiously. The woman could be allergic to shellfish and other things she didn’t know.
Robyn was very quiet as she gazed at Jasmine, her tongue rolling over her lips slowly before she finally broke her gaze, looking at the waitress as the woman approached. She sat her menu down, greeting the woman with a soft, “hello,” before Jasmine ordered wine for them. She looked at Jasmine, a small smirk tugging the corners of her plump lips before she tucked them in to hide it. As the waitress walked off, she looked at Jasmine, nodding slightly. “That’s fine,” she breathed out, shifting slightly. “I would like the caesar salad as well.”
“You got it,” Jasmine said, never looking at her directly before she sat the menu down finally. She shifted in her chair and moved to drape her napkin over her lap as she pushed some braids back out of her way. In a flash the waitress was back with the bottle and their glasses. The woman sat the ice bucket down on the table with the bottle inside of it. She grabbed it, used a corkscrew out of her apron and popped the bottle open before she filled their glasses with a smile. Corking the bottle once more and sitting it down within the ice again. “Will we be having any appetizers?” she asked them both, looking at the browner skinned woman who spoke up last time. Jasmine nodded her head, “thanks,” she said to her before she said, “shrimp cocktail and a caesar salad,” with her hands in her lap. “We are ready to order as well,” she added, if Robyn hadn’t selected that would be her ass because she told her to look and choose before she showed her behind. “I will be having the Sea Bass and I’d like lobster mac and asparagus,” she told her before she looked at Robyn.
Robyn sat there, hands in her lap as she looked at Jasmine. She shifted slightly, uncrossing her legs and re-crossing them in the other direction as she turned her gaze to look at the other side of the restaurant, taking in the various patrons, before their waitress returned. She looked up at the woman, tugging her dress down some as she did. Watching the woman pour their glasses, she said, “thank you,” easily, looking at Jasmine. She let Jasmine order before she looked at the woman, “I’ll have the filet minion, ten ounce, cooked well-done, with…” she paused for a moment, flipping her menu open, “creamed spinach and grilled asparagus.”
Jasmine watched Robyn order, a slight squint and smile on her face as the girl jot it all down and repeated it back to them. “Yep,” she said to the girl with a smile. “Okay, I’ll go put this in for you ladies,” she said to them both before she excused herself and left. Jasmine moved her hands on top of the table and she looked at Robyn “I cannot make a promise that big to you. I won’t do it, because if I don’t keep up my end of the bargain either way it’s my ass on the line here,” she told her. “It’s not even realistic Robyn,” she told her, “you used that man as every excuse, knowing you weren’t happy in your marriage, that is a lie,” she told her. “Every time you told me no, when your body was saying yes to me… was a lie,” she said looking in her eyes. “I won’t do anything to you, that I wouldn’t want you to do to me…” she said. “That’s it...” she said, “okay?” she asked her. “This isn’t… we don’t even know what this is and you are putting ultimatums on the table” she said with wide eyes. “Have you always been this possessive?” she asked her.
Watching the waitress leave, Robyn nodded slightly before she looked at Jasmine. Listening to the woman, she was very quiet. She felt like Jasmine was just trying to maneuver around agreeing because she had zero intentions of being honest with her, which wasn’t very hard. “Happy or not, he’s my husband,” she said, using the present tense because despite it all, they were still indeed married, even if she did put him out of the house, “that is not a lie, that’s the truth,” she informed Jasmine. However, at Jasmine’s next statement Robyn pursed her lips, “lying to myself and lying to you are two very different things and you cannot throw that back at me,” she said, “you know this is a new experience for me,” she countered. At Jasmine’s compromise, Robyn nodded her head, reluctantly agreeing as she said, “okay.” Picking up her glass, she swirled the wine around a bit before she brought it to her lips, “you’ve very clearly stated that this is just eating,” taking a sip only to choke slightly. She stifled a cough and looked at Jasmine shocked, “excuse me?” she questioned as she sat her glass down and picked up her napkin to cover her mouth.
Jasmine looked at Robyn as she continued to speak and she leaned a little, looking into her eyes. If she wanted the truth, fine, sure, she’d give her the truth. That was no problem, Robyn just won’t like all of the truth she had to tell. “I was late because I was on the phone going back and forth with Kingston about Juana…” she said to her, which was the truth. “There you go, there’s your truth,” she said to her easily as she sat back in her chair. When the woman did not answer her question directly, she picked her own glass up and took a sip of it gently before she sat it down. “Why are you so possessive?” she asked her, “and so jealous all the time,” she breathed to her easily. “Don’t play coy, you know it and I know it,” she said to her. “You’ve already pissed on me like a dog to a hydrant… and you don’t even own me,” she said easily. “OCD, jealousy, possessiveness…. What else?” she challenged.
“And you didn’t think I would understand that?” Robyn questioned slightly; a bit peeved that Jasmine lied over something so simple. “You’re co-parenting… I get it,” she said, licking her lips. As Jasmine pressed about possessiveness, Robyn squinted at her slightly. “I am not possessive,” she said full out now. “I am not jealous, I…” she pursed her lips. “I am known to get jealous but… that is rare,” she said to Jasmine before she added, “like a dog to a hydrant?” Tilting her head slightly, Robyn brushed her hand over her bare chest, brushing hair away, “Yes, I have OCD,” she said out-right.
“It was about me flying to Miami with her for him, so no,” Jasmine said pursing her lips. “Your jealous streak would not have been understanding at all, Mrs. cut-all-ties-with-him,” she reminded her with a knowing look. “You are all of those things Robyn, it’s a shame you are lying about it,” she told her with a smirk before she took another sip. “Like a moth to a flame,” she said listing another set of phrases. “I made you cum and just like that,” she snapped, “I have a leash,” she told her quietly, “it’s okay though…” she added with a chuckle. She took another sip from the glass she had before she said, “I like fucking you, so the leash can stay,” she winked as she tilted to the glass to her gently before she took another sip, finishing the glass off before she sat it down.
“As long as you’re not fucking him,” Robyn said, actually growing jealous in the moment. “That is not what I said,” she countered, “I don’t care if you see him, you have to see him,” she said thoughtfully. Calm down. You don’t even have a title. You barely know this woman. Relax. At Jasmine’s words, Robyn pursed her lips and asked, “you a psychologist now?” As Jasmine went on, Robyn’s eyes grew wide and she said, “that’s disrespectful,” as she gazed across at Jasmine. “Wow…” she breathed as she stood up, leaving her purse. “I’ll be back,” she said, shaking her head as she walked off, moving for the restroom.
Jasmine looked at Robyn and she rested her hands in her lap, why she couldn’t sleep with her ex was beyond her. Robyn had no claim to her at all. As she told her she was disrespectful her eyebrows raised easily at the woman, she wanted the truth but couldn’t handle it? Now wasn’t that a damn contradiction. She did like fucking her, oops. Was that supposed to be a secret? And to who? All they did was fuck. She didn’t even know Robyn’s middle name. Licking her lips, she watched the appetizers as they surfaced and she smiled, “looks good,” she told the young girl with a smile. She watched her walk away and she poured herself some more wine before she grabbed a shrimp dipping it in cocktail sauce, popping it into her mouth and dropping the tail to the plate the woman provided and she chewed happily. “Mm,” she said softly, “that is good.”
Robyn pushed the heavy door open hard, ignoring it as it hit the wall, and she moved for the sink, looking at herself in the mirror. She had a slight scowl spread across her face from her irritation. Clearly, she had made a huge mistake in thinking she could ever have anything with Jasmine. They were too damn different, that was clear as ever to her now. No matter how hot the woman made her, with just words alone, they would never work. Not really. Turning, she walked into a stall and grabbed a seat cover before she folded it and began to dab a bit of oil from her face. She liked Jasmine, but she didn’t know Jasmine, and now that she was beginning to, she didn’t exactly like her much anymore. Licking her lips, she moved back to the mirror as she continued to dab her face. Sighing out, she tossed the paper in the trash and moved to wash her hands. Grabbing a paper towel, she dried them quickly before she pressed her lips together and moved to exit the restroom. She walked back to the table, having decided to finish the dinner, as to not embarrass Jasmine, but once this was over, they needed to go their separate ways.
Jasmine sat there and popped another shrimp into her mouth, chewing lightly on it as she sat there alone. She took another sip from the glass before Robyn returned and she stopped eating, wanting to save the woman some shrimp as well as she cleaned her hands with her napkin.
Sitting back down at the table, Robyn looked at the appetizers and she grabbed her plate and the tongs, adding a bit of salad to her plate easily. Taking her napkin, she laid it over her lap and said a quick prayer to herself in her head, before she grabbed her fork and ate some of the salad quietly.
Jasmine watched Robyn across the table as she made her plate and she licked her lips slowly. “The shrimp are good,” she offered them to her, gesturing with her hand.
Robyn looked across the table at Jasmine and she used her fork to pick up a shrimp, dipping it into the sauce a bit before she brought the crustacean to her mouth and ate it. Sitting her fork down, she gently pulled the tail from her mouth, sitting it aside.
Jasmine watched Robyn as she stuck her fork and she sighed softly to herself with a headshake. “I really wanted to come here and get to know you more. I didn’t want to call it a date because we aren’t anything,” she told her. “But you won’t even try to take that stick from up your ass,” she said seriously. “You slept with me on a couch in the back of a hair salon… you are judging me?” she asked her with a raised brow. “Because why? I like the intimate moments we share. Who wouldn’t?” she asked, confused.
Robyn ate more of her salad now, looking at Jasmine as the woman attempted to salvage the evening. She listened to her, eating more of the salad as she bit back a comment at the woman’s insult. She stayed quiet for a very long time before she said, “I’m judging you?” questioningly. “You called me a dog… and told me that you enjoy my company because I’m a good lay.... I think I have the right to be upset,” she replied to Jasmine with an arched eyebrow as she pushed up her cloth and wiped the corners of her mouth a bit.
“That’s not what I said,” Jasmine told her defensively, she couldn’t believe the way the lady flipped things. Damn. There was a chip on her shoulder and obviously it was going nowhere. “I used a phrase and you are mad, deflecting from the real point. Which is that you are possessive and jealous spirited. You’d have an issue with me sleeping with anyone else, it doesn’t even have to be Kingston. And if you say otherwise, you are lying,” she told her. “I didn’t say you were a good lay, I said I like laying with you,” she said, “But you are about to piss me off,” she said pointing at her easily, she could feel it boiling inside of her. It made her want to smack her and fuck all at the same time, she hated it. “I can’t satisfy you even when I try, even if I wanted to,” she said with a heavy sigh as she popped another shrimp into her mouth, eating it hungrily.
Robyn blinked slightly, looking at Jasmine as she ate her salad more, finishing what was on her plate before she pushed it away. “Maybe I do,” she said, neck rolling slightly, “because if you’re fucking me four times a week, why do you need to be with someone else?” she questioned. Licking her lips slowly, Robyn looked away from Jasmine now. “Clearly this, nothing that we have going on, isn’t going to work,” she said, “so let’s just cut our losses here and now.”
Jasmine raised a brow at her words, “just like that?” she asked her. “So, all that things felt different stuff you gave me was what a lie?” she asked her. “Because when it comes to those things, I have given you nothing but the truth,” she told her. “You trippin’ right now,” she said shaking her head.
Robyn lifted and dropped her shoulders. “No, it wasn't a lie,” she replied, “but we’re clearly not very compatible outside of the bedroom,” she said, licking her lips. “I like you, I do,” she began, “but this…” she said pointing between the two of them, “already seems like a match made in hell.”
Jasmine looked at Robyn and she blinked slowly nodding her head at her slowly. “Mhm,” she said to her simply, well, that decision was made for Kingston and so very easily. She reached for her purse and pulled her phone out, she easily sent the man a text and tucked it back away. She was a pushover, people toyed around with her and she let them do it every time. She turned her head to see their food and she allowed the woman to take what they didn’t need and place the new plates and sides against the table before them.
Looking at Jasmine, Robyn watched as the woman pulled out her phone and sent someone a text. She bit her lip softly, looking away now as their waitress returned with their plates of food. “Thank you,” she said easily as hers was set before her. Humming softly, Robyn reached for her knife and fork, cutting into her filet mignon easily. Actually, sitting across from Jasmine in silence was killing her. She actually did want to get to know the woman better, but she was stubborn and her feelings were hurt. No, she couldn’t blame it all on Jasmine, her husband had much to do with it and she was taking out residual things on Jasmine. She brought a bite of the streak to her mouth and chewed on it with a hum. It was so good; she didn’t need any sauce. She swallowed that piece before she dipped her fork into her creamed spinach, and she looked across at Jasmine.
Jasmine didn’t say anything more she didn’t even know if they were a good match or not, she didn’t give them time. Robyn had managed to hurt her feelings in the moment though she didn’t try to let it show as she looked at the plate and smiled. “Thanks,” she said to the young girl softly, “it looks amazing,” she told her, complimenting the chef. “Is there anything else that you two ladies would need or I could get you?” she asked them both and Jasmine shook her head. “No, thank you, this is fine,” she told her. She picked her fork up and dipped into the Bass forking some into her mouth, averting her gaze to something else as she ate. She looked around the restaurant at the other couples and dinner goers.
Robyn looked at the waitress, shaking her head a bit at the question. “No thank you,” she said herself before she looked back at her plate. She forked some asparagus into her mouth before she sat her fork down against the plate and picked up her cloth, wiping her mouth a bit. She then picked up her glass and took a sip of her wine with a small sigh. She was already starting to feel bad about essentially blowing up on Jasmine. Sipping a bit more, Robyn sat the glass aside before she looked at Jasmine. “I’m sorry…” she apologized.
Jasmine forked some lobster mac-and-cheese into her mouth savoring the taste, it happened to be one of her favorites whenever she came with Kingston. She heard Robyn’s words and she nodded her head saying, “mhm,” to her without looking at her as her phone buzzed in her bag. She ignored it because she knew for a fact it was Kingston probably texting her back a response and probably an entire itinerary by now.
With that Robyn returned her focus to her meal, cutting into her filet mignon once more. She forked the meat into her mouth, looking over at other people as they talked and ate at their various tables. Licking her lips, she ate some of her asparagus before her own phone began buzzing in her bag and she sat her fork down, reaching into her purse to pull it out. She looked at the caller before she said to Jasmine quickly, “I have to take this,” as she slid from the booth and walked away, moving to a quieter area of the restaurant, near the restrooms to answer the phone, speaking to Willow.
Jasmine heard the phone and she looked up finally as she forked more food into her mouth. She was enjoying the food she was eating and the place never disappointed. As the woman excused herself from the table answering, her phone, she nodded her head at her, nothing bothered her outside of her comment. She continued to eat alone at the table eating a good portion of the mac, bass, and asparagus.
Nodding slightly, Robyn spoke back and forth with Willow for a few minutes before she ended the call and returned to the table. She sat back down, sliding her phone back into her purse as she resumed her meal in silence.
As Robyn returned to the table returning to her food, she looked at her, “so…” she said to her easily. “Do you need to leave?” Jasmine asked her simply as she looked at her with a raised brow.
Looking across at Jasmine, Robyn shook her head. “No, it’s fine…” she sighed out. “Junior just fell and scraped up his knee and arm a bit,” she told the woman. “He’ll be okay,” she explained as she ate more of her food easily.
At Robyn’s words, Jasmine nodded her head slowly at her, darn it was a shame, that was bait to excuse herself but she chose to stay. Why at this point Jasmine didn’t know. She continued to eat her food and she looked at the waitress as she returned asking them if anything was okay. Jasmine looked at her and nodded her head, “yes, whenever you find the time you can bring the check, it’ll be one,” she said raising one finger. She watched as the girl nodded and left them to continue to eat the food and she picked a few more pieces of asparagus.
As their waitress returned, Robyn looked at the woman before she looked at Jasmine as she asked for the check. Licking her lips, she stayed quiet as she ate more of her food, quietly clearing her plate one bite at a time. She glanced over at Jasmine once more, watching her for a moment before she returned her focus to her food, finishing it all quietly. Sitting back now, she used her napkin to wipe her mouth a bit.
Jasmine continued to eat her food gently and when she was too full to finish, she sat her plate aside. She raised her glass and finished the entire glass before she sat it down, she grabbed her napkin and cleaned her mouth. She looked at the woman and said, “I hope your enjoyed dinner,” she told her simply, she clasped her hands together against the table as she waited for the girl to get a to-go box.
Robyn shifted, crossing her ankles as she rested there, only looking over at Jasmine when she spoke. “I did, thank you,” she replied back to the woman easily, not wanting any more conflict between the two of them. Reaching for her glass, she took a sip of her wine before she just cradled the glass in her hand. As her phone began to buzz once more, Robyn reached into her purse with her freehand, fishing it out. “What’s going on Willow?” she asked now, right there at the table. Listening to the girl on the other end, she nodded slowly before she said, “just bathe him and tell him I’ll be home soon,” she said, licking her lips before her son took the phone from Willow and began crying to her. She sighed out, “honey, I’ll be home soon, I promise,” she said looking away from Jasmine. “I’ll come home and kiss all of your bruises and we can snuggle up and watch transformers,” she hummed out, making kissy noises into the receiver for her son.
The waitress returned with the check and Jasmine thanked her sweetly, as she reached for her purse and opened it pulling her wallet out. She looked for the right card and pulled out the American Express, resting it within the book without looking at the check physically. She closed the book and sat it off to the edge of the table for the woman to come back and grab it from her to finish checking her out for the night. When she did return only a moment later and she asked her politely, “may I also have a to go box?” to the young girl. “Of course,” she said, grabbing the book and she moved to do that before returning with the box for the woman first before she departed them to check them out. Jasmine grabbed the box and began to fill it with her leftovers.
Robyn smiled softly as her son’s crying quieted down a bit and she repeated, “mommy will be home very, very soon,” she said sweetly as the waitress returned with the check. She looked across the table at Jasmine as the woman pulled out her card to pay. “Give the phone back to Willow now,” she said softly to her boy before Willow was on the phone once more and she said, “I’ll be home soon,” she told the girl. “Like I said just give him a bath and I should be home by the time he’s getting out,” she said, licking her lips. “How are the girls?” she questioned, growing quiet as Willow told her. She nodded and said, “okay good, I’ll see you shortly.” Pulling the phone from her ear, she began to collect her things, “thank you for dinner,” she said to Jasmine as she began to slid from the booth.
Jasmine placed everything into her box and she sat the plates and things aside after she did. She looked at the waitress as she returned with a bag and she scribbled on the receipt. “Yep,” she said to Robyn as the woman moved to get up from the table to leave. “Here you go,” she told the waitress now as she handed the girl over a fifty-dollar tip for the night. “You were perfect sweetheart,” she told her kindly. She placed her box into the bag, and she tucked her card and receipt into her purse zipping it up. She grabbed her keys and grabbed her bag standing up, she fixed her dress a bit, brushing it off before she pushed some braids over her shoulder.
Nodding at Jasmine, Robyn pulled her purse into her shoulder and left without a backwards glance or any other words. Moving outside, she pulled her keys from her purse and unlocked her car. Sliding into it, she placed her purse in the passenger seat before she buckled up, started up the vehicle and left.