“Whatever,” she snapped before storming off toward the other end of the bar.
“Why she walk like her knees hurt?” Janae asked loud as hell.
I burst out laughing because she damn sure did.
“Y’all be chill and let’s get through the rest of the night.”
The rush finally slowed down a little after another thirty minutes, and I took the chance to check my phone. The second the screen lit up, my good mood disappeared.
PAYMENT REMINDER.
My jaw clenched immediately.
I opened the email and felt sick all over again while reading the amount due at the bottom. It felt like every time I blinked, somebody wanted money from me. Tuition. Rent. Car note. Books. Gas. Groceries.
I was one inconvenience away from losing my damn mind.
“You good?”
Titan’s deep voice startled me so bad I almost dropped my phone.
“Damn, nigga. You’re too big to be so damn quiet,” I muttered while locking my screen.
“I’m just light on my feet, baby.” His eyes lingered on my face for a second longer than necessary. “You straight?”
“I’m fine.”
“Damn sure is,” he continued to flirt.
I crossed my arms. “Why are you still down here? Don’t y’all got sections upstairs for rich people?”
“Damn, you always got an attitude?”
“Only for people who irritate me,” I shot back.
“And I irritate you?”
“Real bad.”
“That’s fucked up, Tink.” He smiled.
“My name is not Tink.”
“It fits you, though.” He shrugged.
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Aight then, what I’m supposed to call you?”
“Absolutely nothing at all,” I uttered, hoping he would leave me alone.
“That ain’t gone happen,” he insisted.
Before I could respond, somebody called his name from across the room. He glanced over his shoulder briefly before looking back at me.
“You sure you ain’t gone give me your number?”
“I’m positive.”
