She sucked her teeth and looked back out the window. For a second, I thought she was gon’ keep dodging the question. Then, she finally spoke.
“I just didn’t like how everybody was looking at me.”
My grip tightened on the steering wheel.
“What you mean?”
“It felt like people kept staring. Taking pictures and whispering.”
I frowned.
“The same people from earlier?”
“I don’t know.”
That answer didn’t sit right with me at all. I glanced over at her again.
“You should’ve called me sooner.”
“Kyrie, I was fine.”
“That’s not the point.”
She rolled her eyes. “See. This is what I’m talking about.”
“What?”
“You always go from zero to a hundred.”
I shook my head. “And you always wait ’til the last minute to tell me shit.”
“Because you overreact.”
“I don’t overreact.”
She stared at me, and I stared right back. A few seconds later, she started laughing.
“Boy, yes you do.”
“Nawl. I react appropriately.”
That earned me another eye roll. But at least she wasn’t sitting there looking stressed anymore.
A few minutes later, I pulled into the driveway and shut the engine off. The second I got out, I walked around to Sianni’s side before she could open the door.
She looked up at me.
“Kyrie.”
“What?”
“I know how to open the door.”
“Congratulations.”
She rolled her eyes while sliding out of the truck. I waited until both her feet hit the ground before shutting the door and reaching for her hand.
“You be doing too much.”
