Page 5 of Just Listen
I hooded my eyes, wondering what the hell they was on.
“Okay, I can dig it,” ole girl responded. “Now, where y’all at?”
“On the freeway,” Big Baby reported.
“Headed where?” She pressed, just as I made a exit.
“I don’t know,” Big Baby admitted, before her eyes brightened. “Where are we going?”
Licking my lips, I briefly thought about it. “To grab some food, if that’s alright with you.”
“Some food?” Ole girl on the phone repeated. “Well, what’s the addy? We can scoop you up from a nearby gas station or something.”
“A gas station?” I frowned.
“Yeah. You can pull over somewhere, and let us catch up to you. Cause I’m sure that she didn’t intend to take a ride with you, for real. We don’t know you like that, nigga.”
“Damn, is you her bodyguard or what?” I lightly chuckled, as I pulled up to a light.
“Yeah, something like that,” ole girl rebutted.
Big Baby softly tittered. “Cuz, let me see if I wanna eat at this spot, and I’ll call you when I need you.”
“I don’t know,” ole girl hesitated. “You sure?”
“Yeah. I got my phone in hand. The minute that I’m ready to go, then I’ll call you.”
“But we was finna head in.”
“And I can drop her off. To wherever she needs to be,” I spoke up.
“Drop her off?” Ole girl regurgitated. “Niggas don’t just pull up to the spot. This aint that, nigga.”
Big Baby snickered. “Ease up, cuz. I got this.”
“I hear you, but—”
“Cuz. I got this. I got my phone. I know y’all took pictures of his plate, when I hopped in the truck.”
“And did.”
“Okay, then. I’m straight. Plus…I got something, if he gets out of line.”
“Oh, I already know, but still. Call me. Even if you think that I’m in for the night. You know that I’ll still come.”
She smiled. “I know.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too,” Big Baby replied, before the call ended.
Gripping the steering wheel, I honestly had nothing to say about the exchange. If nothing else, ole girl seemed to genuinely care, and nothing was wrong with that.
“Alright, Malice,” she exhaled. “What are we eating?”
Glancing at her, I smirked. “I know this spot. Late night. Good fried chicken. Baked mac and cheese. Greens. Cabbage. Cornbread. Whatever you want.”
“Yeah?” She smiled. “That definitely sounds good. Especially after all the shots I’ve had.”
