Page 72 of Made to Love Ya

“Where is your mind? You’ve been absent most of the day,” Anneka stated.

“On that damn man. Girl, if you don’t pick up the phone and have a conversation with Izael,” Eve commanded.

“Whatever,” I mumbled and rolled onto my back.

“So, which dress should I wear for my date tomorrow night?" Eve asked.

“Silver.”

“Blue.”

“Well, damn. Y’all didn’t make that easy at all.”

I shrugged. “Choose what you like, Eve. They both look good and classy on you. I just happen to prefer the silver, and Neka prefers the blue. Now, you have to choose.”

Eve sucked her teeth. “I don’t know why I even bothered with you two.”

“Because you knew both looked great on you, and you just wanted our confirmation,” Anneka stated.

“Exactly,” I remarked and laughed.

Eve proceeded to take the dress off, and Anneka spun around in the chair at my vanity and looked at me.

“So, boss lady. What are you going to do about your little love dilemma?”

“No dilemma.”

“It’s not that cut and dry, Talia. The man clearly loves you, and you love him. You were so happy when you were with Izael. Now, you’re just miserable, snapping out orders, and looking humdrum. You can tell the difference even in your write ups.”

“Really?” I asked, scrunching my nose up.

“Girl, that last write up you wrote about Ponchos Bar and Grill on the Eastside was as bland and boring as you said their food was,” Eve stated.

“Good. Maybe people will get the message.”

“Or they won’t read it because it was so damn dry,” she replied.

I huffed out a sigh. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Call him up and tell him to meet you so that you two can talk,” Anneka stated as my phone chimed.

I picked it up and opened the text.

“Or I can simply meet him tomorrow at River & 3rdof all places. Not sure why he wants me to go to that joint,” I muttered under my breath.

“What’s going on?” Eve asked and jumped on the bed beside me. She looked over my shoulder and read the text aloud.

“Girl, quit moping and go get your mans back tomorrow,” Anneka stated and giggled.

“For real. Because I know if my man wasn’t at work right now, I wouldn’t be sitting around with you boring bitches,” Eve stated.

I pushed her shoulder and replied. “Kick mud, bitch.”

She giggled and hopped off the bed. Gathering her bags, Eve stated, “It is time for me to head home. It’s getting late.”

“Me, too,” Anneka remarked.

I followed both ladies to the front door, hugged them, and wished them a good night after they promised to call or text when they arrived home.

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