Page 43 of Legend's Legacy
“I’m . . . it’s complicated,” I answered.
“Girl, please. I know you’re seeing someone, and I bet I know who it is too.”
“I doubt it.”
“You think that you’re slick. I know you two think that no one notices you when you slip out of here out of the stairwell. Y’all have lunch together in the little courtyard that no one uses almost every day.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to play dumb.
“You’re seeing Legend Waters. One of the partners in Bayley, Waters, and Deleveaux Architectural Designs, LLC.”
“Goodbye, Jenn,” I stated, grabbing my purse and bag before heading for the stairwell.
“I’ve got my eye on you. Team LeLe.”
I glanced back at her over my shoulder and glared.
“Okay, maybe that didn’t sound right. How about LaLe?”
I shook my head and walked to the stairwell.
“I’ll keep trying,” she called out as the door closed behind me.
Legend and I weren’t ashamed of each other, and we weren’t trying to hide anything. We just hadn’t discussed what we were with others, and the workplace was the last place I wanted to have that discussion. Although people could see us together at times, and we didn’t work for the same company, I didn’t want to discuss it with anyone yet. Not co-workers anyway.
I headed home, showered, and grabbed a smoothie before I headed back out. My sister, Zenobia, had called me on the way home to see if I wanted to meet up with her at the yoga studio.
“Zenobia,let me see more arch in your downward dog,” Danika Shields, our yoga instructor and Zenobia’s best friend, directed.
My sister did as she asked. Danika used her hands to correct Zenobia’s form.
“Great job, Legacy,” Danika stated, passing me by.
I smiled, and Zenobia stuck her tongue out at me. “Teacher’s pet,” she hissed.
I giggled and transitioned into a warrior three pose. We worked out for another twenty minutes before it was time to go.
“Have you eaten yet?” Zenobia asked as we walked to the front of the studio.
“No. I just grabbed a smoothie after I got home and came straight here.”
“Let’s get something from the sandwich shop across the walk,” Zenobia suggested, pointing across the walk.
“Cool. Let’s put our things away first,” I stated, walking toward my car. Her car was parked five spaces over, and she headed in that direction. I stuffed my bag in the rear of my car and closed and locked it back up.
“Are you ready?” she asked, joining me again.
Standing up, I glanced in the direction of the sandwich shop, wondering what I would get to eat. My stomach was growling, and I realized that I hadn’t eaten since a little before noon, and it was well after seven.
“Yep. Let’s go. I’m starving.”
We walked toward the sandwich shop and passed a little café on the way. I glanced inside, and I did a double-take when I saw Legend sitting at the back of the café with a woman. My mouth dropped when I saw him take the woman’s hand and then reach up with his other hand and wipe her face. She seemed to be crying, but then he got up and moved his chair closer to hers. He held her and pulled back, resting his forehead against hers in a very intimate gesture.
My heart dropped, and the pain ripped my heart to shreds as I watched Legend and the woman together. She wrapped her arms around him.
“Hey, are you coming?” Zenobia asked. When I didn’t respond, she came back to my side again. “What’s wrong, boo?”
She glanced inside the café and looked back at me. “Legacy?”
