Langston and I continued to call and text regularly. Two months later, I found myself heading back to New Orleans on assignment. I let Langston know I was coming back and he responded with the hearts in the eyes emoji.
“I’ll make up for last time,” Langston told me during one of our phone calls.
“Yeah you will,” I joked.
Langston and I made plans to have a late dinner since the only time he had available was after 9pm, which is when he got off work.
I was excited to see him. We’d been flirting without any pressure and I felt like we had a little unfinished business. The day I flew into New Orleans, Langston confirmed our plans and as it approached 9pm, he called.
“What’s up?” He asked casually.
“Getting ready to meet you. What’s up with you?” I asked laughing.
“I’ve got some bad news,” Langston said.
“I got called into my other job. I can’t see you tonight…”
“But before you get disappointed, I might still be able to swing something tomorrow.”
“I have my interviews tomorrow, you know that,” I said, deflated.
“I know, but I can make something happen early morning,” Langston said, almost pleading.
My call time was 2pm, so breakfast could work. Although, I will admit I was annoyed that I wasn’t able to use libations as an excuse for smearing myself all over him like peanut butter after dinner, drinks and a nightcap. “What time?” I asked, distracted by my own dirty mind.