A gentleman

"What do you mean?" Tanya questioned over the phone,causing Sandra to groan. She tugged down the edge of her tight, black dress as she stared at the mirror.

"Girl, I need you to talk to me." Her voice boomed through the phone's speaker. Sandra took a quick glance at her phone.

"What do you want me to tell you?"

"I need" she stressed cautiously " you to tell me who the fuck you're going out on a date with! I need details."

"why?" She asked, smacking her lips together.

"why? Are you seriously asking me why?"She scoffed,"You can't just drop a bombshell on me, and run off. "

"what do you mean?"

Tanya's groan filled the room.

"you're a twenty two year old virgin who has refused any and every offer from literally any man that crossed your path since Anthony. All of a sudden, I get a call at two am-"

"it's seven pm over here," Sandra cut in.

"whatever" she waved off the remark. "I get a call from you, and all you say is 'I'm goi