Chocolate Boy

I'm alone in the office today, I like it. I have some Floetry playing, my floor heater is on and I'm chillin'.

Chocolate Boy walks in to get a set of keys. I tell him to sign for the key. I go back to my computer and I notice he is trying to sign and look at me at the same time.
I don't look up because hey I'm working.

He strikes up a conversation it goes something like this...

CB: Do they say anything about your hair?

I stop typing and look at him

Me: No they can't it's mine
CB: Oh I didn't mean it that way, I mean I really like it.
Me: I wasn't trying to be smart it's just some people trip, mostly black women
CB: Oh I'm not tripping I like it a lot. It looks good.

This brotha was the deepest shade of chocolate I have seen in a while. Faint island accent...I was totally caught off guard by his bluntness.

He took those keys from my hand real slow and just looked at me.

CB: It was nice talking to you, I would call you by your name but you don't have your top shirt on?
Me: (SILENT!)

He smiled at me and I just smiled back. Brotha was flirting right out in the open. Well Damn!