Detroit Chivalry

First Dates: Consecutive Substack Story 1163

Raze had a ring on every finger.

Deena figured with her luck one of ‘em was a wedding band.

Hard to tell, because Raze was playing drums on his steering wheel with every finger.

Rhythmic, musical, but somehow also looked nervous.

“I thought we were stopping to get a bottle of somethin’,” Deena said, pointing at the Premiere Party Shoppe, Fine Wine, Lotto, Cash Check sign as it flew past, Raze tapping beats to Tainted by Slum Village, “not that I’m any kinda ‘holic.”