Page 14 of Just Listen
Something rumbled in my stomach that was throwing me off. I didn’t know anything about this girl. And her leaving the next day was natural. Should’ve been expected. But…it wasn’t what I wanted.
“Do you gotta go?” I found myself asking.
She paused, and gazed at me. “Looking at you, I know there’s somewhere you gotta be.”
“Looking at me?” I chuckled. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Her long lashes fluttered. “Nigga, you’re sitting here with two chains around your neck. Iced the fuck out. Tear drops near your eye. Tatts every fucking where. You reek of street running. And you want me to believe that you usually chill out on Sundays?”
I smirked. “You funny. And being outside aint real big in my life. Me being in the club last night was a rarity. No lie. Plus, I usually like to take it easy most Sundays. Otherwise…I’m on go. So, this is the one day reserved for me to do nothing.”
She arched a brow. “So, you wanna do nothing with me?”
“Nah. I wanna doeverythingwith you.”
“Boy,” she giggled.
“Ion know why you laughing. I aint playing.”
“Everything like what?” She lifted her chin.
“Like take you on a real date. Wine and dine you. Some shit like that.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad…but I’m not going anywhere, looking like yesterday.”
“Okay. Then let’s run to the Galleria.”
She cracked a smile. “I don’t know if that’s what you wanna do with a girl like me.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I got expensive taste. And I won’t be watered down to meet some budget.”
I tilted my head. “You tryna call me broke?”
“No. I’m just putting it out there.”
“Okay, cool. Now, like I said, you wanna run to the galleria?”
***
Spending the day with Big Baby had been more fun than I’d experienced in a minute. After breakfast, I dicked her down, and convinced her to chill with me for the remainder of the evening.
As promised, we’d gone to the Galleria to grab some fits. All courtesy of me, of course. Just like she said, she had expensive taste, and it wasn’t missed that most of the employees at the high-end stores seemed to recognize her. That told me that she was regularly there, spending a bag.
Tastefully, she found a partially sheer Fendi bodycon dress that fit her like a glove, along with tall sandals that showcased her pretty toes with the white tips. I’d even bought everythingshe needed to spruce up her hair, and she’d pulled herself together quite nicely, without a stitch of makeup.
I won’t lie and say that I’d never tricked on a broad before, but it was never this soon. I’d spent a couple of racks on Big Baby and still didn’t know her fucking name. And something told me that she was used to it.
“I don’t know why you chose this restaurant of all places,” she whispered to me, as we were seated, side by side, in a black owned, recent cultural staple of a restaurant called Nostalgia Now.
“Cause, girl. They got some of the best food in the city. But what’s your issue with it?”
She sighed. “I got beef with the owners.”
“What?” I chuckled, thinking that she had to be bullshitting. If nothing else, I’d peeped that she was a real jokester, by now. “Baby, these people don’t know you.”
“Pshh,” she hissed, while holding the menu in front of her, shielding her face. Like she was in one of those spy movies.
