Savannah opened her eyes slowly, wondering when five minutes was so short. She stretched and realized that it had gotten darker. It wasn't unusual considering the beginning of the fall season. She glanced at the glowing red numbers on her nightstand. Just 6 o clock.

She stood up, wiping her eyes and smoothing down her hair. It wasn't the longest hair, but she loved the fact that when it was time for a perm, she could just pull it back into a ponytail.

Savavnnah grabbed the list of 'things to do' off the table and sighed. She was only thirty but her little black book had been replaced by groceries lists and chores. She thought of Mike who seemed to be a constant party and she sucked her teeth. "First stop, Walmart."

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"I have to go Daddy," The whining and crying could be heard aisles and aisles away. Savannah felt sorry for whomever owned the little person that that whining belonged to. Savannah surveyed the items in her cart. More underclothes for the boys. More cleaning products. A few bras for herself. Some snacks for Jake and Nicholas.

When Savannah rounded the corner she was taken by surprise when a tall brown skinned frame bumped into the side of her cart and almost turned it over.

"I'm sorry!" The man grabbed the cart, anxiously trying to stand it up right. Savannah watched in amusement as he spent several minutes wrestling with the cart. She hid her smile behind her hand and watched as the little girl stopped fussing and tried to her dad.

"It's okay." Savannah finally interjected. "Really."

He stood up and adjusted his clothing. He was wearing what she knew to be basketball shorts and a black tee shirt with black Nikes. He had a complicated complexion. He was not really fair skinned nor was he dark skinned. He could be estimated at around brown skinned, maybe.

"Dwight." He held out his hand.

Savannah looked at it for a few seconds before it dawned on her that he had introduced himself. "I'm sorry. Savannah."

"Like Georgia?" He smiled. Nice teeth, she noted.

"Could be. My dad's side is from there. So, very possible."

Dwight glanced down at his side and nudged the little girl forward. "This is Isabella." She looked to be around the same age as Jake. She extended her hand like her dad had done, moments before.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Savannah." Savannah shook her hand softly. "You have quite a set of lungs on you."

"Oh, I almost forgot." Dwight stooped down to face Isabella. "You still gotta go, sweetie?

The little looked up at her father, her lip tucked underneath hetwo front teeth, and nodded her head vigorously. Dwight glanced at me pleadingly.

"If you want I can take her for you. I swear I won't run off with her."

He smiled and gestured for Savannah to take his daughter's hand. Surpisingly, the little girl was easy to manage. Within minutes, Isabella was back with her father and Savannah was waving bye to the both of them.

Savannah had always wanted a little girl. A little image of her own. She imagined  a sleeping angelic face in her lap as she braided long curly hair. But of course, she imagined a lot of things. Placing her things on the counter to be rung up, she felt a tug on her sleeve. It was Dwight.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked, noticing the nervous lines around his eyes.

"No. Everything is fine. But I couldn't let you leave without offering to take you to dinner for helping me out back there."

Savannah smiled back. "Oh no. I didn't mind at all. You don't have to pay me back for that. It was my pleasure."

Dwight eased closer. "Then let me take you to dinner because I want to." It came out as a whisper. Savannah immediately thought of a thousand reasons to say no, her boys being the top one.

"Look Dwight. I'm sure you're a nice guy," she paused to hand the clerk a credit card, "but I'm not looking for a relationship right now."

"Whoa," he said loading his own wares onto the conveyor belt. "I'm not either. I just want to spend some adult time, with another adult and listen to adult music and the Spongebob theme all day." He laughed.

Savannah laughed as well, recalling her own sessions of torture as she listened to the singing yellow sponge. "You're very persistent." She took her credit card back, signed the slip and handed it to the cashier.

"I don't half step when it comes to what I want." Savannah noticed a seriousness in his eyes that mixed with the laughter behind them. Perhaps him being apart of her life, even more a brief moment would be a good thing.

"Okay." Dwight could not hold back his smile as he scribbled his number down on the back of her receipt. Tearing a piece off, she followed suit. Waving bye to Dwight and his daughter, she exited the store, feeling a slight pep in her step.