Page 9 of Krist and Moanie
“You gonna come eat with me or you too tired?” he asked, catching me totally off guard.
“When?”
“Right now.”
I just looked at him, sorta taken aback. When I looked good, this man dropped me off and went on about his night, but now I was twelve hours off a shift and he was tryna sit and eat. “I mean, I am tired, but it isn’t like I’m not about to go home and sit up and eat.”
He chuckled. Amusement was foreign to his always so serious face. “Bet.”
He drove for about twenty minutes, then we pulled into a park. We were no longer in South Diamond, but instead closer to Brunswick. When he found a park that would suffice, he backed into it, then I felt his eyes.
When I finally looked up, our eyes locked.
“Why you be looking so fucking irritated all the time?” he asked.
My facial expression had to show my confusion. “Me? Irritated. You’re definitely deflecting. You always look pissed off, no matter if it’s in a video, onstage, or in the middle of a diner.”
“So you be watching them videos of me?” He opened his bag to pull his food out.
My lips curled into a grin, realizing I had damn sure told on myself. “I mean I’ve seen a few,” I responded, eyes down on my plate and not the man I just knew was burning a hole into me.
He laughed. “Don’t front. I ain’t gonna judge you for stalking me, Honey Bun.”
I joined in on the laughter. “One, no need, because I’m not stalking you. And two, where the hell did you get this name from. because I promise you I ain’t never been called Honey Bun in my entire life?”
He stuffed his face, reaching for his drink before he decided to offer anything. “Shit, when I first seen you in there. Light sweat, blemish-free skin, and a sweetness. Honey Bun. It was the first thing that came to mind.”
I swooned, like internally lost my fucking mind, because what? He paid me that much attention…That much fucking attention.“Oh. And what if I don’t like it?”
“Too bad, ’cause I do.”
Our eyes locked again and that’s when I knew. I needed to get as far from Krist as I could if I wanted to keep my sanity. He was the type you got lost in because of who he was and not whathe showed. I didn’t know shit about him, yet his eyes foretold stories without characters.
“You beautiful, even after twelve hours of work.”
A small smile sealed itself onto my lips. “Thank you, even though I know you just bigging me up.”
“Nah I’m not. How many days a week you work that shift? Shit gotta be tiresome.”
“Sunday through Wednesday. Off Thursday through Saturday. Honestly, you get used to it.”
He nodded. “What made you wanna be a doctor?”
“Isn’t it obvious? God complex and the innate need to always wanna be doing something?” I joked and he laughed. “But nah. I just like helping people. Seeing and being there with them at their worst then helping them get better.”
“True fucking angel, huh?”
“Nah. Not even. Have you always wanted to rap?” I maneuvered so my back was to the door and I was somewhat facing him.
“Shit, hell nah. I never had dreams or anything like that. I had to grow up fast, shit. Never had the chance to hold my head in the clouds. I guess I just homed in on what I was good at. Words just come to me in a way I can’t explain. They make themselves make sense.”
I nodded. “That’s talent. Not everyone has that.”
He waved me off. “It’s something, I guess. A way to get by.”
I just looked at him at first while he ate. I got what he was saying, but I didn’t agree. It wasn’t just something. He had real talent, unlike a lot of these niggas with no presence and a mic in their hands. “I disagree. I think you have raw talent, and I like it. Your voice, your talent, and most of all, how you carry. But that’s just me, what do I know?”
“A lot, apparently.” He licked his lips and that one lick sent fire down my spine.Bitch wasn’t you just tired?
