Page 118 of Crash: Love in Scrubs
“Dr. Holloway! My boy.”
I turned and spotted Davinci Bryns walk in like he owned the damn place, instead of me. His larger-than-life ass just had to make a scene. His tall ass almost out dressed me. That was him though. I was proud of him and his accomplishment. I appreciated that he still moved like that same youngin’ I’d rehabbed years ago. NBA and MLB All-Star now, cameras always around him, sneaker deals, highlight reels, but the core was still solid.
His little entourage hung back by the door, looking like they were waiting for instructions, but he peeled off like none of that mattered. Head on a swivel, taking it all in.
“Dee!” I called out, already smiling. “Man, I appreciate you comin’ through. Thought your schedule might be too tight.”
He pulled me in for a dap and shoulder hug, like family.
“Doc… c’mon. The man who got me back on the court? I wouldn’t miss this for nothin’.” He looked around, nodding like he was genuinely proud. “This shit is next level, bruh. I love to see this.”
“I had to make sure this lived up to my name. Go big or go home.”
“Thats why I fuck with you. You told me to thug that shit out and look at me now. Fine as hell. Rich as hell. Fade away clean as a muthafucka, whew…”
“Nigga please,” I laughed, waving him off.
Davinci grinned, gold teeth peeking just a little. “I’m sayin’, though. You unc now, but you good people. Solid. That shit’s rare out here.”
I laughed and dapped him up. “Real recognize real. You remember my lady, don’t you?”
Sametra walked over into my arms, poised and glowing, flanked by Halo and Winnie. They moved like they’d done this a hundred times, my woman’s crew always presented as a united front.
“Davinci, nice to see you again,” she said graciously. “These are my girls, Halo and Winnie.”
“Ladies,” he said, voice smooth as silk, that post-game interview charm on full display. But when his eyes landed on Halo, something shifted. The casual pleasantries dropped, and I recognized that look and reaction. It was the same one I had when I first saw Sametra.
“Oh yeah... I remember your fine ass.”
Halo’s expression went cold instantly, which was odd; she was the one who asked me to hand deliver him.
“I forgot about you the minute I left your house.”
“Bullshit Halima,” Davinci said with that cocky grin, stepping closer. “I’m the only nigga in this room you see right now, ain’t I?”
Me and Sametra watched this verbal sparring match unfold. I had to shake my head, dude was smooth as hell, but he had no idea what he was dealing with. Halo was everything except the thing that wore a halo. She was the wild friend, younger than us, around Davinci’s age, and even more of a firecracker than my girl.
“Wait who? Who is Halima?” I asked confused.
“Y’all met?” Sametra asked, clearly surprised at him knowing her real name. Halo had been keeping secrets, which was rare since my woman usually told me everything about her girls, and she hadn’t mentioned this.
“You want to tell them about our meet-cute, or should I?” he asked, grin never leaving his face.
“He’s messy. Got a crazy ex who pulled a Left-Eye and damn near burned his house down while he was busy flirting with me. Nothing to tell. Typical nigga behavior. And don’t call me that you don’t know me.”
From the ice in her eyes, I could tell whatever went down at his house hadn’t ended well.
He laughed, surprised at Halo. “I’ll give you that one, Halo. But I didn’t expect firefighters to be so fine and so mean. You was doing all that yelling. Acting jealous and shit.”
“You fucking wish.”
“See, mean as a muthafucka.”
“I’m not mean,” Halo said, flipping her hair like she couldn’t care less. “I’m just not pressed. You got too much shit with you. You play with me, your house is the last thing you’ll need to worry about.”
“So you were interested before the drama? That’s what I hear.”
“No.”
