I suggested coffee and moving to the living room. Martinez must have had similar thoughts to mine because he agreed with alacrity. I went into the kitchen to brew the coffee, insisting that he leave the dishes for later. I’d make Matt do them when he got home if I had to, but I wasn’t going to waste a minute more than I had to in the meantime. I waited for the coffee to perk, using the time to center my thoughts. My hormones were raging out of control, and I didn’t want to come across as a slut. Oh, I was one, but I didn’t want it to appear that I was too easy. As soon as the coffee was ready, I brought it to the living room, where Martinez sprang up from the futon upon my entry.
I could tell by the expression on his face that he was as tentative as I. That made me feel marginally better, that he wasn’t just on the prowl. We did a bit more talking about previous relationship-. He had been engaged to a fellow officer a few years ago before they realized that they couldn’t handle being together both at the job and in their personal lives. The split was mutual, and she eventually transferred to Miami to be closer to her family. She was a Latina, one of two in the whole department. It was difficult being a person of color in Minnesota—let alone a woman of color in the Minneapolis Police Department. Martinez didn’t blame her for returning to Miami, but he had no desire to go with her or to return to Philly.
I told him about the man I thought I was in love with—until I realized he was dogging me from day one. I made light of it, but it had hurt at the time. Matt had warned me at the time about this guy’s reputation—I met him through Matt. He was a friend of a friend of Matt’s—but I hadn’t listened. I was sure I was in love and that I knew what I was doing. Besides, he was Asian to boot. That was a definite plus in my book, something that Matt couldn’t understand. He didn’t know what it was like to grow up a minority in a state like Minnesota.