Two years passed since Marcus and Nyla broke up. Nyla had been living with her cousin. She was finally getting back on her feet. She had become a professional blogger with her side job as an Uber/Lyft driver. Nyla is in Royal House Cafe, waiting on Yasmine to show up. She taps her pencil on the side of her dented Mac, finishing up her tenth blog on K-pop. Yasmine excitedly walks over to her. “I have great news.” Yasmine exclaimed after ordering her cookie dough frappe. “What’s the good news?” Asked Nyla. “I finally met my soulmate on DateVu, the very app I mentioned to you.” Said Yasmine, munching on bacon and waffles. “I mean you need something new in your life, after what that piece of trash, Marcus did.” Yasmine continued on.
Nyla set back in her seat after finishing her breakfast. “Yeah. I see that now. But as far as dating online, I don’t think I could do that again. I mean I met Marcus online and you saw how that turned out. I don’t know if I could go through that. I barely even know how to move on from him, I just been...” said Nyla. Working, writing, and blogging. Marcus made you afraid of love..and because you’re my best friend, and favorite cousin, I am not about to let you die alone.” Said Yasmine sipping her frappe. Nyla laughs softly at Yasmine. “I love you girl.” Said Nyla. Yasmine took her last sip of her frappe. “I love you too, but I to get to work. Yasmine kissed her cheek, she walked out of the cafe. Nyla looked out of the window and smiles.
Nyla gets up and leaves out the cafe and walks to her dented 2016 Honda CR-V. She gets in her car. She turns on her Uber app , and waits to get her first rider. She quickly text her brother about their auntie and uncle anniversary party. Then she gets her first ping from a white couple. She picks them up and drops them off at their hotel in Garden District in New Orleans. She gets another ping to pick up a passenger from the airport. She drives to the airport and finds her passenger, a handsome, good-looking, Korean guy in his mid 20s. He gets in her car.
Nyla smiles and turns to him. “Hello. My name is Nyla. I’m your Uber driver.” The passenger smiles sweetly at Nyla. He introduces himself as Jae and gives her his destination. Nyla starts driving to his destination. “Are you visiting?” Asked Nyla. Jae smiles. “I am. But I’m also here for work.” “Wow. I know you’re going to love it here. We have great food and entertainment.” Said Nyla. Jae smiles. “Apparently gorgeous women too.” Nyla blushed and dropped him off in front of a house she knew all to well. It was her parents home they rented out as an AirBnB. Nyla smiled, “I know you are going to enjoy that house, I grew up in this house. Nyla laughs softly. He smiles and looks back at the house and back at her. “It looks like a great place and I’m sure I’ll have a wonderful time. I don’t know what you’re doing tomorrow night, but I would love if you show me around, sounds good?” Nyla smiled and nodded. “It would be my pleasure.” Nyla puts her number in his phone. Jae smiles and winks at her. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, but get home safe.” Nyla smiled and waved as she got in her car. She hasn’t felt this way since Marcus left her three years ago. Nyla’s mom called her. She answered it as she was driving to her apartment in Mid-City.
*“Hey mom.” Hey baby, We have this young man from New York visiting. He’ll be staying in the AirBnB. So Check on him, or maybe date him.” Said Melinda. “okay mom. I think I had him as my passenger.” Said Nyla. * *Oh good! I think you two would be a nice couple like me and your father.” Continued Melinda over the phone. “Whoa mom, let's not get ahead of ourselves! Besides, I hardly know him!” Well you can get to know him. Nyla rolled her eyes. OKAY Mama! I’ll talk to you later. *
She hung up the phone, still shaking her head. Nyla walks to her empty apartment after parking. She puts down her writing bag. She gets undressed, showers and sits on her sofa. Kicking her legs up with her laptop in front of her. As she watches melo-K Dramas, she works on her latest blog. She cooked her a bowl of beef ramen. She opens her laptop and types but her mind drifts off to her conversation with her mother. Nyla thought about the guy her mom was talking about. Maybe, Yasmine was right. I closed my heart after Marcus left and I don’t even know how to move on. Nyla thought to herself. She sighed and closed her laptop. She had checked her phone and saw that, she had received her tip from her Uber ride. It was an $200 tip. Nyla eyes widened. She had $200 including the $1600 she made last weekend for Mardi Gras. She laid down and wondered why would she have that much of a tip. Suddenly she realized, this must be the guy her mom was talking about. She laid down thinking about her date with Jae. It’ll be almost 3 1/2 years since she been on a date. Then she looked at the $200 tip, she knew it was from Jae. She drifted off to sleep as she thought about her date.
The Next Morning
Nyla woke up, she still thought about Jae and the tip. Then she went to make breakfast. She fixes herself, bacon, eggs and waffles. Yasmine came in since it was her day off of work. “Hey boo, what you cooking in here?” Nyla laughs softly. I’m making breakfast.” Yasmine smiles. “Okay na. Sounds like you are in a good mood. Did you meet a man.” Yasmine smirked as she fixed her breakfast that Nyla fixed. Nyla laughs and responds, “Yes, I did meet a man.” Yasmine squeals excitedly. “I knew it, tell me everything. Nyla giggled. “I was doing Uber, and I picked up this sexy, fine, handsome, Korean guy..” Yasmine smirks and smiles, “Okay, That’s what I’m talking about.” “Oh girl, he was sweet and charming and how can I forget FINE.” Said Nyla eating her breakfast. “I mean did he tip you?” Yasmine asked. Nyla smiles, “Yes he did, he gave me a $200 tip.” Yasmine’s face went wide with shock, “Girl, you are too lucky, so what happened after that?” “Well we have a date tonight, we are going out, I am going to show him around cause he’s going to be here for 3 months”.” Nyla said excitedly. “Girl. We have to go shopping.” Said Yasmine. “What’s wrong with the way I dress,” asked Nyla. “Girl, you need to update your style like I did when I got with my soulmate, Oliver.” Said Yasmine as she made herself a fruit smoothie. Nyla laughs “I’m not dressing up like you Yas.” Yasmine smiles. “Okay don’t blame me, when you are alone.” Nyla grins. “You’re crazy, but I am just scared scared to move on. I don’t want to repeat another Marcus situation. You already know what happened with us.” Nyla said sadly. “Girl I knew he was no good, when he had the nerve to start arguing with you over a plate of food you made for uncle Manh. Then he flirted, Crystal.” Said Yasmine. Nyla takes the last bite of her almost finished breakfast. “Hopefully this date goes well.”
About the Creator
Lynn
I'm a writer. I write fanfiction, screenplays, and novels. I also watch anime and also listen to K-Pop. I also write for hire. I tend to daydream alot which is probably one of my secrets to writing.
Six Feet Under
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