Minutes later, Viola and Jada came walking down the hallway giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. If there ever was an example of someone who’s triumphed over tragedy, then Jada Sims is the poster child for it. With equal parts of beauty, intelligence, kindness and grace, she’s what the elders call an old soul and favored by God. The progeny of a mother who struggles with alcohol, and a father she’s never known. Always upbeat with a positive attitude, she worked her way through college and grad school before founding her own accounting firm.
Grace Baptist is just one of her many clients. Unattached, her only flaw to my knowledge is her ability to maintain a serious relationship. I’m sure her insecurities and trust issues with men have a lot to do with never knowing who her real father is. But, judging from the way she’s ogling Tucker with a huge grin plastered on her face, and with him returning the same grin to her, maybe this meeting holds some promise. After all, they do have a lot in common. Both of them are highly motivated selfstarters.
Still grinning, Viola stepped between Tucker and Jada and said, “Reverend Tucker Wakefield, please meet my best friend, Ms. Jada Sims.”
Tucker stepped around Viola, extended his hand and said, “It is indeed an honor to make your acquaintance Ms. Sims.”
Shaking Tucker’s hand, Jada returned Tucker’s smile and said, “Likewise, Reverend Wakefield.”
“Please Ms. Sims, call me Tucker.”
“Ok Tucker, only if you call me Jada.”
“It’s a deal Jada, forgive me for staring, but you’re by far the prettiest woman I’ve met since I’ve been in Atlanta.”
Giggling and clearly blushing, Jada replied, “Thanks for saying that Tucker, but you’re very handsome yourself.”
“Wow, thanks Jada!”, beamed Tucker.
I stepped between them and playfully said, “Break it up folks, let’s put this mushiness on hold for a little while, shall we? Because some of us here are ready to eat.”
Tucker responded, “Ok bud, we’ll put it on hold for now, right Jada?”
Jada smiled and said, “Ok, we’ll stop for now, because we can always pick it back up later.”
“Sounds good, as long as it’s a promise.”
“It’s a deal and a promise.” I looked at my watch and asked, ” Can we go now?”
Dinner was amazing. Spectacular ambience, and the food, drinks and conversation flowed. Tucker and Jada got along famously. So much so, that by dessert they were feeding each other. Afterwards, we stopped by this little out of the way nightspot for some jazz and drinks. Tucker and Jada carried on like they’d known each other for years. She sat in his lap at the table, and when they slow danced, their bodies were pressed together so tightly, that from a distance they looked like one person. Between the kissing and whispers of sweet nothings to each other, they behaved as though they were the only people in the club. Needless to say, this pleased Viola to no end.
I suppose I was happy for them as well, because between them they’ve known and endured so much pain and loneliness in their lives. The last we saw of the lovebirds last night, was them following each other out of the parking lot. Viola and I agreed not to pry into their business, but from all we’ve witnessed this evening, their coupling can only evolve to one conclusion.