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Nosah.

She not even a act like Sash.

A who this?

She a try fi come off… decent? Nosah mi need fi know who this bwoy is because them seem like them have quite a history.

True! Blushing and all these thingzz!My subconscious shrieks.

I look over at Gavin and he’s looking at her too with a weird smile. He’s thinking what I’m thinking.

Me see why unuh a best friend.

“Um you know him?” I whisper and he shakes his head no, still looking at them.

“Mi nuh know him,” he’s fighting his smile.

I smile too. “Them have a history, mi nah ask,” I say and he chuckles.

“Mhmmm,” he nods, glancing at them.

“Mi a go home now fi real,” I announce.

“Take care boss!”

“Bye Zara!” Sash says, surprising me.

Wah bout dolly?

“Drive safe best fren, mi a tun detective likkle from this and sen yuh the tea, weh yuh want it pan voice note or voice call? Talk fass,” he says making me laugh.

I hug him before I peck his cheek.

“You should a turn comedian,” I finally say to him and he laughs.

“Bye!”

I honk the horn and reverse out, my phone resting on my lap. He’s sitting there, eating something that looks suspiciously like curry chicken, and I gasp.

“A CHICKEN THAT?” I blurt out, louder than I should, startling him. He bursts into laughter, caught off guard.

“No,” he says, still laughing.

“Wah then?” I ask, narrowing my eyes as he lifts the food to show me.

“It’s mushroom,” he says, still grinning.

I sit back in my seat, a little amused and a little embarrassed. “Ohh,” I say, smiling.

“When yaw come home, woman?” he asks, and I laugh at how he says it.

“Wah the woman name?” I tease, and he smirks, not missing a beat.

“Nick woman,” he says, eyes holding mine steadily.

I blush at the name, my heart fluttering in a way I wasn’t expecting. “Fair enough,” I mutter, pretending to focus as I press the gas. My legs are a little cramped, but I ignore the discomfort.

“Arite, mami… I love you,” he says, his voice soft now.