It was seven o’clock in the evening when Lola and her friends walked out of the restaurant to find Lamar standing outside next to an exquisite red sports car Lola had never seen before. He wore all black, a tight vest that exposed his great physique and tight black jeans and carried a big bunch of colourful forget-me-not flowers.
“Ladies,” he greeted them charmingly.
Lola stood there stunned while her friends literally screamed with excitement. They all thought Lamar was the sexiest, most charming man alive and him showing up like that with those flowers in particular, was proof of that.
“Don’t just stand there, go on,” Lola’s friends urged, pushing her towards Lamar.
Lola suddenly felt like a silly, shy teenager trying to resist being pushed towards Lamar, but one against five was
