“It’s cool. When my painting is worth a million dollars, don't ask me for shit.”
“Boy, please.”
The ride stayed light after that. For once, neither of us talked about Jamal, security, paparazzi, or any of the other bullshit that had been hanging over us lately.
It was nice.
Just me and him.
A few minutes later, Kyrie pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant near the water.
I looked over at him.
“You still got plans?”
“Obviously.”
“Kyrie.”
“What?”
“I thought we was going home.”
“Why?”
I frowned.
“Because we've been out all day.”
“And?”
I stared at him.
This man really did have too much free time.
A grin spread across his face.
“Come on.”
He climbed out before I could argue.
By the time I got out, he was already waiting beside my door.
“Your ass don't sit still, do it?”
“Not when I don't have to.”
I laughed and let him take my hand.
The restaurant wasn't crowded, which I was grateful for. The last thing I felt like dealing with was a bunch of people staring.
We ended up getting seated near the windows overlooking the water.
For a second, I just sat there taking everything in.
The view was beautiful.
“Whatchu want?” Kyrie asked, glancing at the menu.
