“Yes, it is.”
He stepped closer to the canvas.
“See. Right there.”
I squinted.
“Right where?”
“Right there.”
“You pointing at nothing.”
“’Cause you know what I'm talking about.”
I shook my head.
“Boy, if you don't get out my face.”
“Nawl. Fix it.”
“There is nothing to fix.”
“Yes, it is.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You are so damn annoying.”
“That's crazy coming from somebody who keeps painting me.”
That shut me up.
A smug grin spread across his face.
“Exactly.”
I sucked my teeth while he laughed.
“See? You obsessed with me.”
“Boy, please.”
“It's cool. I get it.”
“Kyrie.”
“What?”
“You got five seconds to get away from my painting.”
Kyrie folded his arms across his chest.
“Or what?”
“Or I'ma stop painting you.”
He looked at me like I'd personally offended him.
