The Queen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic


A friend of mine asked how I would introduce her in a novel, and this is it...

Submitted: October 26, 2017

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I was having the usual dinner alone one Sunday night at my favorite Moroccan joint on 5th and Pearl Ave, enjoying a perfectly made Moscow mule. A woman in her early twenties took a seat to the right of me, immediately capturing my attention. Her purple hair was styled in an afro that went on for days, which complimented her round face quite nicely. However, the best part of her ensemble wasn’t the vintage multi colored gown she wore, or even her flashing jewelry, it was her electric blue lipstick she wore better than any model I’d ever seen.

Work it girl, I thought to myself.

About an hour into my meal of Briouat and carrot salad, a tall man entered the little café, demanding the attention of every woman in the room, except the woman he had come to meet.

“Sorry I’m late, babe,” he whispered, trying to steal a kiss. When she averted his advances, he sat down in a huff and began scouring the menu for something to fill his appetite, other than his enormous ego. “I hate comin here, man. I don’t know half the stuff on here. What you get, Nicole?”

From my seat, I could hear everything, but since I was adjacent to the couple, it would’ve been obvious if I had turned around. I strained my peripheral vision and caught a glimpse of the deathly glare she had given him.

“The brochette I ordered an hour ago was actually better than I expected. You should order that,” she said nonchalantly.

“I told you there was traffic,” he said, recognizing the sarcasm in her voice. “Aite, if it make you feel better dinner is on me tonight,” he tried to reason with her.

Nicole refused to acknowledge his comment until the entirety of her drink had been consumed, then she promptly ordered another. “You want one?”

“Probation,” he coldly reminded her.

After the server sat her drink down, he’d also delivered the check for the meal. She chugged the drink like a college frat guy, collected her things, and proceeded to leave.

“Whoa, whoa where you goin? You just gone leave me?”

This was my favorite part of the night, and the moment I knew I needed this feisty woman in my life. Instead of making a scene and being all loud and disrupting the chill vibe in the restaurant, Nicole spoke in a low condescending tone.

“Remember the first time we met at my girlfriends’ birthday party? The only reason I even allowed you to continuously come up to me that night was because of how you treated me. You talked like you had some sense, you didn’t pressure me, you were sweet. It was that night I told you that I think very highly of myself, but not in a conceited way, you remember?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you remember what you told me next?”

At this point he was staring into the glass of water he’d been given, looking for a way to escape the cruel truth that was soon to be cast upon him. “I kept calling you my princess.”

“Right. Then I corrected you, and I told you that my princess days were long over. Princesses are young unexperienced girls willing to accept any man exactly as he is so long as she thinks she is being taken care of. But honey, I know better.” She crossed her arms.

“Look baby—”

“I told you that night that I’m a queen. I work my butt off, I go to school, and I try to live a decent life—I don’t need this, and I sure as hell don’t need you. I need someone who values everything about me and uplifts my spirits, instead of someone who is constantly letting me down and can actually afford to pay for a meal without being guilt tripped. Good bye Craig.”

Nicole walked right out of the restaurant without another word.  I wanted to stay behind because I felt like it was my duty to put that guy in his place, but Nicole took care of that on her own. He leaned back in the booth and sat there with his eyes closed. I finished the rest of my food, paid at the front, then ran out in search of the Queen herself.


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