“What?” Zara gasp. “Anna can fight that good?”
“Yah, mi affi ready up miself cause Anna nuh ramp,” he tells her.
Zara laughs out. “And mi nuh see that pan Anna enuh.”
Nobody cya see say you a freak.
Easy nuh Nick.
“Eeeeh yuh nuh wah see how we toxic,” he chuckles. “A me G that though.”
She smiles.
“Me and my woman dem just always a cuss,” Rick tells them.
“Yah,” Junior agrees. “Mi and Suzanne never get physical.”
“Same,” Rick shares.
The conversation shifts from relationship fights to Gutta explaining how he got his name. Zara asks of course.
I’m scrolling through my phone aimlessly. I feel like something is wrong. She seems happy but I feel like something is wrong. These days she’s changing. It’s like she’s learning to mask her emotions and I hate it. Mi cya pin point wah do har like one time. She could be mad at you and still laugh like a hyena. Like right now.
She mad at me or mad about something.
Wah though?
“So one time a boy diss me sister and she come tell me and me go fi him sed speed. Yuh see when me grab him a lone flagging him a get. When me look the boy a run and mi run after him and we roll over in a Gutta and me beat him some more in deh and from that the name stick,” he explains while everyone laughs and shares their thoughts. I was there, but because of Zara weird attitude mi nuh wah say nothing.
“Zara,” I call when I can’t take it anymore and they all look at me. I smile awkwardly.Man dem fass.
“Unuh gwan talk man a she mi wah talk to,” I say and they look away, talking again.
“Yes babe?” She smiles. See wah mi a talk bout.
“You nuh send the message, you did forget?” I ask her.
“No mi plan fi tell yuh in the room later,” she retorts.
“Ohh, so you okay with the results?” I ask.
“Mi nah spoil it fi yuh,” she answers as she sits in my lap.
I smile. “Alright Mami,” I say staring at her cleavage.
“Ready enuh,” Rick says to them as they start playing the video game. Because their eyes are on the screen, I use the time to slide my hand under her skirt. She’s setting side way so only I can see her exposed thighs.
“Boss,” Joe calls and I hiss, looking away from Zara. I look through the window.
“Something important if not later,” I say.
“It’s just a drop off, not sure if it’s important,” he says and I move my hand and she stands up.
“Chro,” she hiss.
“Soon come back,” I whisper and she stares at me intently with a lustful look.
“Okay,” she says and Iwalk out tomeet Joe.
