Page 6 of Just Listen
Listening intently, I could detect some properness to her tone. Like maybe she’d grown up in the burbs…but cuz was ghetto as fuck, so I just didn’t know.
“Big Baby, where you from?” I questioned curiously.
“Big Baby?” She cut her eyes at me.
“Oh, shit,” I chuckled, after realizing that I’d slipped up and said her nickname aloud. “My bad, mama. I aint trying to offend. You just so big fine, and fucking gorgeous. Got that pretty baby face. And Big Baby just came to me, naturally.”
“Yeah, okay, nigga,” she sniggered, obviously not tripping. “All I know is this food better be good. Cause as you can see…Big Babyloves to eat.”
I nodded with a smile, as my phone was already in hand. “I got you.”
~~~Chapter 2~~~
Five minutes later, I whipped into a packed lot, before venturing behind the shopping strip. I then shot a few texts, while we were parked directly behind View, which was a lounge/restaurant.
Big Baby’s eyes suspiciously danced around the car. “Uh…so, you’re just comfortably posted up behind a building? What if some people come and try to block us in?”
“Shiiiit,” I stressed, while reaching on the side of my seat, to clutch that heat. “I never leave home without it, baby.” I winked, as I lifted my glock.
“Umm. Is that right?” She poked out her bottom lip.
“For sho’.”
“So, why are we back here—” She got out, before one of the back doors of the building popped open, and out stepped Ms. Brenda. The cook for the spot.
“Hey, baby,” A slim, elderly Ms. Brenda smiled, as she approached the truck, limping, with a large fancy carry-out bag in tow. “Everything is fresh. I dropped the wings as soon as you texted me.” She explained, as I slid down my window.
Nodding with approval, I grabbed the heavy bag, as she handed it to me through the window. “Appreciate cha.”
“Any time.” Ms. Brenda grinned, before waving at Big Baby. “Hey, there.”
“Hey.” Big Baby politely waved back.
“Alright, Malice. Y’all be safe.” Ms. Brenda tapped my truck, before limping back into the building.
“Umm,” Big Baby moaned, as she sniffed the air. “Damn, that smells good. Did she cook the food?”
“Yep.” I grinned, while placing the food in the backseat.
“Really? How do you know her?” She probed, as I pulled the truck forward, rounding the building.
“From the hood. She sells plates.”
“And works in the kitchen here?”
“Yep.”
“Okay. What did you order?”
I pulled out of the lot, and onto the busy street. “Fried chicken, lamb chops, oxtails, rice and gravy, mac and cheese, corn brulee, cabbage, greens, and cornbread.”
She gasped. “What the fuck? Who the hell is about to eat all that damn food?”
I shrugged. “You said that you love to eat. And I couldn’t make up my mind. So, I ordered three different plates. I figured that we could sample and share everything. I mean, if that’s alright with you.”
She stared at me.
“What?” I furrowed a brow.
