She’s so caught up in him, mi nuh even think she remember the man she was assisting. And mi nuh think she even notice me either.
“Mi good. Wah you want more polo shirt?” she asks sweetly.
“No sah… mi come fi get mi woman some gears,” he replies, glancing at me.
Her smile freezes. She finally looks at me, a little too long then shifts her eyes back to him. “Oh,” she says flatly.
‘Another one…’DJ Khaled’s voice.
“Yah,” Nickoi says, stepping past her and I follow him.
We browse through a few suits for a while. They’re all cute. Real quality. But then I glance at one of the price tags.
A wah—?
Almost $18,000 fi a blouse?! A blouse?!
Mi nuhh care how rich mi be, mi nah use mi money buy dat. Yuh mad?! Babe not even seem fazed by the prices. Him just a stroll through, casually picking out clothes like it’s nothing.
Look how much polo inna him closet already, Zara… yuh really think $18,000 a go shake him?
I spot a polo hoodie two-piece and gasp when mi see the price. $105,000?!
He takes it down and I stare at him, wide-eyed. “Babe, a mistake this?” I ask, stunned.
He starts chuckling. “No,” he says, grabbing another one, this time for himself.Welp…
Mi like nice things enuh. Mi nuh like cheap tings. But Jesus Christ, $105,000 just fi one two-piece? That unacceptable.
Just shut up, Zara, and mek di man spoil yuh, cause yuh clearly see say him nuh give a damn ‘bout the price.
“Keira?” he calls, and the chocolate skinned girl from earlier steps out.
“The multicolored hoodie done?” he asks her.
She shakes her head no, disappears for a second, then comes back with one from the storeroom. I take it from her and glance at the tag. $35,000 fi a hoodie?! No sah. I quietly stand behind him while he pays, watching how everybody in the store a look pan him like him a celebrity.
He grabs the bags with ease, then looks over at Keira. “Keira,” he says with a cool nod and just like that, walks out. I follow him out.
“Who she be?” I ask as we step outside.
“One a mi fren,” he replies, and I nod even though mi already deep inna mi thoughts. All now mi deh yah a process the amount a money him just drop like nothing.
“Jesus… how you do it?” I ask, sliding into the car, still stunned. Nickoi just smiles at me as he holds my door. He chuckles softly, and I continue.
“You just spent over three hundred thousand dollars on clothes,” I say, blinking at him. “How do you even do that?”
“It’s quality Mami,” he replies smoothly.
I sigh. “You can still get quality without spending that much,” I reason.
He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “A Polo.”
“You still didn’t have to go so hard. And don’t get me wrong… I’m grateful, it’s just a lot.”
He smirks. “What did I tell you? Get used to being spoiled.” I smile despite myself.
A few seconds pass before I buckle my seatbelt. “And I can’t even give you anything back.”
