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“What you mean, kinda? You hungry or not, Normani?” I asked her again. I could tell that she was shocked to hear me call her by her first name. I mean, how the fuck could I have forgotten it when Twinkle made it her business to talk about her to me every chance she got?
“I have to stay and watch my car,” she innocently told me.
“This like my fuckin’ brother. Ain’t nothing going to happen to your car. Come on. Let’s shoot across the street to get something to eat,” I told her, already walking away.
The ball was in her court, and she could follow if she wanted or stay out there and wait. She eventually started moving those little legs and caught up with me. Since the little restaurant was right across the street, we walked over. When we got on a sidewalk, I gently put my hand on her waist, putting her on the other side because ain’t no way I should have her walking on the side where the traffic comes. If a driver loses control of the steering wheel, I’d rather the car come for me than go for her. That comes with being a gentleman, which is some shit that a lot of niggas didn’t know about.
We made it to the restaurant, and I let Normani go inside first while I opened the door for her. It was quiet inside, maybe about four of the tables were occupied. I looked behind the counter and sucked my teeth when I saw Sidnesha’s flamboyant cousin, Roheem working in the kitchen area. I didn’t even know the nigga worked there.
He saw me and rolled his eyes.
I laughed while raising my hand and giving him the middle finger. Let me be the first one to say that I ain’t have no fuckin’ problem with no gay man. Live your fuckin’ life is the way I saw it. I wasn’t judging no fuckin’ body because it wasn’t my damn place to be doing no shit like that in the first place. Besides, if a nigga saw a problem with a gay man, then it was obvious that nigga lacked co
nfidence in himself. Why would another nigga living his life affect you in any type of way? I just didn’t like that slick ass mouth on that nigga. He’d always had a slick ass mouth. In the past, when I would go in his shit for talking to me crazy, he would scream that ‘How you gonna put your hands on a girl?’ shit. He was a man, and if he talked that crazy shit in here to me tonight, I’d slam his fuckin’ head into a fuckin’ wall.
“Welcome to Donna’s. What can I get you?” the young cashier with braces asked Normani and me.
“What you want?” I asked Normani, who was looking up at the menu, trying to figure out what she wanted.
“I’ll take the jerk chicken, white meat, with a garden salad. Italian dressing. Umm, do you have Perrier water?” her bougie ass asked the waitress, who let out a low chuckle and shook her head.
“Okay, then, I’ll just take regular water,” she said and then tried to pull her wallet out of her purse.
Again, I put my hand on her waist, lightly curved her ass out of the way, then got in front of her. None of that shit was about to happen while I was there. That shit wouldn’t even make me feel like a man if I offered a woman to get something to eat with me, yet I made her pay for her meal.
“Let me get a large oxtail, rice and peas, and double cabbage. Two pineapple sodas. Is it fresh? I don’t want some shit that’s been sitting there all day,” I voiced.
‘It’s fresh. The oxtail was just made not too long ago, and the jerk chicken just came off the grill,” she told me.
I nodded, pulled out a fifty from my wallet, and handed her the money. She gave me the change, which I put back into my wallet. I found a spot in the back of the restaurant for Normani and me to sit. We sat in a booth with her on one side and me on the other. She put her purse on the seat with her and threw her head back as she looked at me.
I stared back at her ass, unsure of what the fuck to even say. I wanted to tell her that she was pretty as fuck, but didn’t need her thinking that I was thirsty and acting like them niggas from the gas station.
“How much is your friend going to charge me for the tires?” she asked after maybe five minutes of silence.
“Why?”
“What do you mean why? I have to pay him, don’t I?” she questioned.
When she did that, I could hear attitude and annoyance in her voice.
“Nah, you actually don’t. I got it,” I said, showing her ass that she was wrong. She probably thought she was always right, so it was going to be my duty to show her that she wasn’t.
“I don’t need you to do that for me. I can pay for my own tires to get fixed, so how much is it?” she asked.
I pulled on my chin hair and then shook my head. I had a quick tongue, quick temper, and a quick reaction, but I was trying to calm myself down because I knew I could scare her to the point that she pissed on herself.
“Let me see if the food is ready,” I said, standing up and leaving her at the table by herself because I didn’t want to do or say the wrong thing.
The second I walked off, I received a text message on my phone from my baby mama, Sidnesha. Our son had picture day in the morning, and she was texting me over two outfit options that she had laid out for him on her bed. I texted her back option two, which was the white collared Polo shirt with khaki bottoms and a denim jacket. I also let her know that I was coming over tonight just to see Lil Bill. I knew his ass didn’t adhere to that bedtime shit that she had for him, so I would kick it with him for a few until it got too late.
I’d been home now for a week, and I really ain’t have no shit yet that I was calling home. I mean, for the time being, I was still in my old apartment that Monterius had been keeping up the rent and shit while I was away, but that wasn’t home for me anymore. That shit was a one-bedroom, and it used to be a little spot that Nesha and I lived in together before I went in. I needed something with more space and bedrooms and out of the hood. Once I got that, I wanted my kids with me for the weekends.
My baby mamas were doing damn good jobs of raising my kids, but I would want them with me from Friday-Monday. I wasn’t trying to come in and take my kids from them, but a nigga wanted his time too. As fucked up as Denim had me with her moody ass, she was good with Khari. She sent me pictures of her every morning before school, and she always sent my daughter off to school, looking fly. The same thing applied to Sidnesha. After I sent the text message to Nesha, letting her know that I would be over later, she hit me back that it was cool, and I put my phone back in my pocket. Soon after, my order was called, and I picked it up.
I wasn’t sure where Roheem had disappeared to, but I no longer saw him. Knowing him, his messy ass had snuck off to the bathroom to text his cousin and tell her that I was there with a female. I headed back over to the table, and this time, Normani was on the phone. She had a small notepad out, and she was writing something on it.
“Yes, I can be there first thing tomorrow morning. How’s 6:00? Okay. Oh, and let me get her room number. No problem. Have a good night,” she said and then hung up the phone.
