She didn’t say anything at first. Just glanced down at my hand, then back up at me like she wasn’t impressed. After a second, she gave a small nod.
“Oh, okay,” she finally said, her hand staying firmly planted where it was.
I slowly pulled my hand back, the smile still sitting on my face, even though I was already peeping what type of time she was on.
“Yeah, but damn, Sianni,” I said, glancing between the two of them. “What’s wrong with your friend?”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with me,” Drayla replied, her tone flat. “If you want to know something, ask me. Don’t go through her.”
I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “Okay, damn, you ain’t gotta be all snappy. I just asked a question.”
“And I gave you an answer,” she shot back.
I didn’t know what her issue was, but the way she was looking at me with that little attitude told me she had something against me, and I didn’t even know her like that. Bitches like that always rubbed me the wrong way, the ones who made it out of the hood and started acting like they were above everybody else.
“Anyway,” she said, turning back to Sianni like I wasn’t there. “I’ma let you go. I’ll talk to you later. Call me if you need me.”
“Okay, girl, I will,” Sianni replied, pulling her into a hug.
After they hugged, Drayla shot me one last look before heading out the door.
The second it closed, I folded my arms and let out a breath. “Damn, what’s wrong with her?”
“Nothing, for real,” Sianni said, grabbing the plates from the table and heading toward the kitchen.
“You sure?” I followed her. “’Cause she seemed a little bitchy, like I did something to her. Did you tell her something about me?”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Do I need to tell her something about you?”
I paused. “No… but still. She could’ve at least said hey or something. Don’t be a bitch about it.”
“She could have,” Sianni said, turning on the water. “But that’s how she is. When she meets new people, she keeps her guard up, especially as a football player’s wife. Not everyone has good intentions.”
“Well, shit, I’m glad I’m not one,” I muttered.
“Yeah,” she replied.
I nodded slowly, then leaned against the counter, forcing a small smile. “So, what have you been up to besides shopping and taking care of a man who’s down?”
“Nothing much,” she said. Then after a second, she looked at me. “But can I ask you something?”
“Girl, yeah, you already know you can ask me anything,” I said, smiling.
She hesitated, then asked, “Do you have an issue with me?”
That caught me off guard for a split second, but I covered it quickly, pulling my brows together. “No, I don’t have an issue with you. What makes you think that?”
“I don’t know. I just wanted to ask.”
I shook my head. “Girl, nawl. I love you, and you know that.”
I held my smile, hoping that was enough for her, because the last thing I needed was for her to catch on to anything. I wasn’t about to mess up on my plan before I even got started.
“Yeah, but bitch, are you going to give me a tour of this big ass house or what?” I asked, glancing around.
“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I’m kind of tired. Maybe later.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” I said, nodding.
