The Date

Emma was sure that she was still blushing when Ty arrived almost twenty minutes later.

She walked to the car, not making eye contact with Ty, even after she entered the vehicle. Tyrell picked up on her embarrassment and tried to help her out.

"You still worried about the stolen car thing?" He asked, smiling.

Emma demurely nodded her head. "It just came out, and it's wrong on so many levels."

Ty placed a hand on her shoulder and sweetly said, "It's OK, Emma. I'm not offended, but I had to bust your balls when you said it. I was just teasing you. I'm not worried about any of that racist bullshit. There's differences between us, yeah sure, but it's OK to crack jokes and say inappropriate things. I'll know when there's actual hatred in your words."

Emma warmed up to him and smiled, feeling a bit better, then Ty went on, "Just like if we go dancing and I make fun of you 'cause white girls don't know how to shake it."

Emma cocked her head and said, "Yeah right, I can move."

Ty flashed a wide grin. "Good, you can prove it. You walked in to that one."

Emma sat back, "We're not going dancing now, are we? It's the afternoon and I'm hung over. And does this town even have a club, or even a bar?"

"Relax, lady. There are a few bars, but it's not that kind of party. But one night before you head back to the big city, I'm taking you dancing." Ty said.

Emma relaxed, then asked, "So where are we going then?"