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I shook my head. “Nah, but I feel like it could’ve been my style in a different life.”
She nodded. “Vague, but I get that.”
I chuckled. “Damn sure wasn’t trying to be. You talking now, sweetheart?”
“I guess so. Shit, one of us has to, you were perfectly content with drinking that thick ass milkshake and staring out the window, right?”
Again I was laughing. “Wasn’t ’bout to force no words out of you.”
“Well thank you for that. Sometimes you have to sit back and peep the scene, rather than doing all the talking.”
I nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. The motherfucker in the room doing all the talking was telling too much at all times. “You ’ont do this shit too often, do you?” It was my turn to ask a question.
She shook her head. “Not at all. I’m boring. If I’m not at work, then I’m at home. I don’t do weekend plans. Just so happens this week I let my cousin talk me into this.”
“What you think?”
“I think you’re a poet. You have this presence and cadence that’s truly out of this world. You don’t mumble, you respect the words in a way that only a poet can.”
“Well, when you put it into those words, I guess you could say that, huh?” I was inclined to agree with her.
She shrugged. “But what do I know? I’m just a woman with a deep love for poetry.”
I smiled.
“Oh, he smiled. Not grins or grunts. You know you’re handsome when you’re mugged up, but even more handsome when you’re smiling.” She laughed, pouring syrup on her pancakes.
“What’s that supposed to mean, shorty?”
“You’re not much of a smiler. You seemed extremely irritated on stage and even in the car. I was wondering if that was just your demeanor or if you were truly irritated.”
“Says the motherfucker who was mugged up looking out the window. This my facial expression, what about you?” I pointed with the piece of bacon in my hand before I brought it to my lips.
She laughed. “Even though it’s my face as well, I was a little irritated. I think I have a little bit of the ’tism. I hate when plans change, like I really like sticking to routines and a schedule. Any deviation pisses me off and I overthink to calm myself down.”
“Tism?” I quizzed, eyes narrowed in confusion.
“Autism. Meaning I think I’m a little neurodivergent,” she explained, reaching for her orange juice.
“Well shit, if that’s a couple of the symptoms then sign me up. I’ve been that way since I was a youngin. I just figured it came from the way I grew up.” I shrugged, not caring for the fact that I spoke so freely around a woman I didn’t know shit about.
“Same. I fe—” She was about to say something else but her cousin’s high pitched voice filled the space.
“Damn, y’all ordered and started eating without us?” Alley’s hair was all over her head and her clothes disheveled.
I looked away, eyes landing back on Moanie. Shorty was taken aback. I didn’t know her from a can of paint but I could tell she didn’t know her blood got down this way. Lowkey, it took everything in me not to bust up laughing. I held that shit in and ate my food.
Chapter 2
Moanie Lewis
Krist was captivating in that mysterious storyteller eyes type of way. I didn’t expect to meet anybody tonight, especially since this was just a cousin outing, but boy was I wrong. The entire night Alley had been trying to find a dick to hop on…the whole damn night. I regretted coming with her until he swaggered onto the makeshift stage, confidence oozing from his pores and arrogance misted in his tone. Krist was… sinful. The type of man you needed to get as far away from as possible, but couldn’t. Not only were his eyes magnetic, the words from his lips had a way of holding you hostage. I didn’t know shit about this man, but I knew I wanted him. I wanted him so badly I could feel the heat burning from my apex. The entire night I’d kept my legs crossed in fear that he’d feel this heat as well. I was nothing like my cousin though. I wasn’t fucking this man in the bathroom of a fucking pancake house. Not that there was anything wrong with her choices, but nah, I wasn’t the type. No matter how badly I wanted him. Who didn’t know who Krist was? He was affiliated, but had a different type of reputation outside of being part of DP. I’d seen plenty of videos of him on my social media. Every time he was bendingwords to his will and making them sound like art. Shit, he was art.
My cousin insisted she and his homeboy be dropped off first at her house, and that irritated the fuck out of me, because how did she know I was okay with being left alone with Krist? I was, but still, how did she know? Because she damn sure hadn’t asked. Hoe was on her own mission tonight, making it the last time I did anything like this with her again. If I ever came out with Alley again, I would definitely have my own car.
“Yo, don’t let your blood drag you out here with her no more. It’s four in the morning and she done abandoned you for dick. How she know I ain’t a serial killer?”
I laughed, rubbing my hand down my face, too comfortable in his car. “Are you?”
