Page 102 of Heavy Is The Crown

Sydnee, still cool and quiet, finally chimed in, “Something like that.”

Krys groaned dramatically. “Y’all so damn extra. Can we eat first before the interrogation?”

Panda sat back, waving a hand. “A’ight, a’ight. I’ll chill. For now.”

Kenyatta knew what this was, and from the way Sydnee and Panda were watching him this wasn’t over.

Pam redirected the conversation. “Y’all came in just in time for the great sports debate. You already know how these fools get.”

Panda nodded in Kenyatta’s direction. “So, you be hoopin’?”

Kenyatta gave a passive shrug, grabbing a roll. “I mean, a lil’ bit.”

Jared squinted, skeptical. “A lil’ bit?”

Ray shook her head. “Nah, don’t believe him. Dudes that say ‘a lil’ bit’ either trash or they played overseas and just being humble.”

Kenyatta laughed. “Nah, I ain’t play overseas.”

Stevie grunted, shifting in his seat. “Good. Ain’t shit overseas but bad contracts, bad knees, and bad decisions.”

The room erupted in laughter.

Kenyatta chuckled, shaking his head. He liked Stevie already.

Jared leaned back. “A’ight, so what team you rock with?”

Kenyatta took a sip of his drink. “Lakers.”

Jared groaned. “Man, not another damn Bron fan.”

Krys, who had been scrolling through her phone, perked up. “Wait. You a Bron fan?”

Kenyatta lifted a brow. “Why that sound like a problem?”

“Because Iknewsomething was off about you.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

Kenyatta scoffed. “Oh, you wanna talk basketball now?”

“Been tryna tell y’all,” Krys said, crossing her legs. “I know sports.”

Kenyatta leaned forward, intrigued. “A’ight then, Ms. ESPN, who’s your team?”

Krys whipped her hair over in a dramatic turn of her head. Her answer held a sassy tone. “Miami Heat.”

Kenyatta stared at her, unimpressed. “So, you been struggling since ‘06.”

Pam burst out laughing. “Lord, y’all gon’ argue this whole dinner?”

Ray grinned, sipping her wine. “Oh, they acouple, couple. I like this. This is cute.”

Krys rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Ray.”

Panda shook her head. “Man, what about Trinity Bay teams? Who you rock with?”

Kenyatta wiped his mouth with a napkin, thinking for a second. “Tritons.”

Jared nodded, throwing up the signaturesink or swimhand gesture Tritons fans did when repping their squad. “That’s what I’m talking about! Triton Nation, stand up!”

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