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contemplated hiding behind my napkin, but Isabel would most likely consider that rude. Try as I might, the horrible vision in my eye took notice of me and sashayed its way over to the booth.
    “Richie, is everything alright?” Isabel asked, noticing my sudden unease.
    I took a deep breath. Might as well get it over with. “Isabel, first off, I’m sorry for what’s about to happen. Secondly, I didn’t plan this.”
    Before Isabel could open her mouth and start firing off questions, I heard a hateful voice in my ear.
    “Well, if it isn’t Richie Reyes out on what appears to be a very expensive night on the town?” hissed Chloe Childs. Though she was smiling, it didn’t take a person with supersonic hearing to catch the venom in her voice. I decided to bite the bullet and be a man and get the whole thing over with. The last thing I needed was for this evil woman to mess up a perfectly good evening.
    Reluctantly, I glanced at Chloe as Isabel began shifting back and forth in her seat.  The poor girl was uncomfortable. I couldn’t say I blamed her.
    I cleared my throat and pulled my shoulders back. Turning slightly in Chloe's direction, I addressed her without looking at her. “Hello, Chloe. This is my good friend Isabel Maldonado. Isabel, this is Chloe Childs.”
    Isabel extended her open palm towards my evil ex-girlfriend and gave her a Colgate smile.  God bless her; even though the look Chloe gave her was harsher than a sheet of coarse sandpaper, Isabel's pleasant countenance never wavered.
    “Hi. Nice to meet you,” Isabel said.
    Chloe looked Isabel up and down with a smirk and ignored her hand. She then rolled her eyes toward me and said, “Maldonado? What kind of name is that for a black girl?”
    The nerve in my left eye started twitching in fierce agitation. Not only was Chloe’s mere presence annoying the shit out of me, but her question was ignorant enough to cause anyone an immediate headache.  However, before I could rip Chloe a new asshole over her rudeness, Isabel withdrew her hand and spoke up again.
    With a tone cold enough to freeze water she replied, “Actually, I’m Black and Puerto Rican, but thanks for asking.”
    I couldn’t help but grin. It was nice to be on a date with an actual lady. My ex-girlfriend, who was anything but lady-like, didn’t think Isabel’s comment was funny, though.
    “Anyway,” she hissed as she turned her whole back to her.  I caught Isabel shaking her head in disapproval. I was not about to have this chick ruin our time together.
    “Look, Chloe, it was nice seeing you and all, but we’re trying to have a nice dinner, so…feel free to leave.”
    “Well, I’m not gonna keep you. I just came over to check out the competition.” She rolled her eyes towards Isabel again, sucking her teeth. “You sure didn’t waste any time to find another bed warmer. I hope you changed the sheets after I left last week.”
    Ooh, this woman!   It took everything in me to fight back the urge to knock her upside the head and toss her out a window. I was so irritated just being in her presence I clenched my fist around my cloth napkin so tight it was permanently wrinkled.
    It was the reaction she wanted. Chloe's evil grin expanded at my now boiling red face.
    “Goodbye, baby! I’ll call you later tonight.” Chloe made an about-face and walked back the way she came, twitching her hips in a seductive stride.
    “Don’t bother,” I growled after her.
    I took a chance and glanced at Isabel as I tried to steady my nerves once I took to my seat. It was clear she was perturbed by the brief encounter with my ex. Needless to say, I was too. Of all the times for Chloe to pop up!
    “I’m sorry you had to be subjected to that, Isabel. Yes, she is my ex, but trust and believe when I say we haven’t been together in a long time. She’s just a really nasty female with a jacked up attitude to match.”
    Isabel offered me a little smile. “It’s okay, Rich. You don’t have to