Turning around, Logic headed to the back of the restaurant, where Tyler and her friends were quietly chatting with each other. The owner of the restaurant had roped off their table for privacy, but it did nothing to stop the paparazzi from snapping pictures through the windows, or the crazed fans walking by trying to get pictures of the star who had hit rock bottom.
Logic stopped in front of Tyler’s table, causing the conversation to cease. Shane and Aria looked up at him, but Tyler refused. She looked a hot mess, and there he was standing at the end of her table looking all thuggish in his joggers, Nikes, and Detroit fitted cap. His stance was cocky per usual, but Tyler expected nothing else.
“Can we help you?” Aria questioned, confused as to why he was standing there like he was waiting to be seated.
“Let me holler at your girl for a minute.” Logic nodded, licking his full lips.
“Aht aht. You cute and all, but I'm not about to let my food get cold so you can flirt with my friend.” Shane frowned.
“This will only take a minute,” he promised. “I’ll pay for yall food and get yall a to-go order. Just give us a minute.”
“Okkkkk,” Aria snapped her fingers. “Tell us you got a little money without telling us you got a little money.”
“You hear me.” Shane scooted out of the booth. “A bitch ain’t never turned down free food. Move.” He swatted Aria on the ass.
“Excuse me.” Tyler grabbed Shane’s arm. “I’m not trying to talk to this man.”
“Then listen. You know I'm a sucker for free food,” he hissed.
“You a sucker period,” Tyler gritted. “Aria, I’mma fire you.”
“Eh, well you kinda don’t have a job yet, sooooo I’mma head out. Plus, I need to call and check on my kids anyway. They froze Kevin’s girlfriend's makeup and he’s been threatening to put them in a home.”
“They need to go somewhere,” Shane snorted.
“Shut up,” Aria snickered, exiting the booth so Logic could sit across from Tyler, who didn’t look up from her plate.
Logic took the time to study her. He could tell she had lost weight, but she was still pretty as fuck. Her face was bare with only a thin coat of lip gloss covering her lips. She was sporting a dad cap, letting him know she didn’t bother to put on one of her many wigs. Logic glanced at her dainty hands and manicured nails that were painted with a clear topcoat. They were nothing like her normal, long, charm-covered nails. They were simple and he appreciated them.
“Why you examining these people food like you're trying to find a roach?” Logic broke the silence.
Tyler glanced at him and then back down at her food.
“What do you want, Logic?” She rolled her eyes, pushing the grits around on her plate.
“You didn’t want to talk to me?” He cocked his head to the side.
“No, not really, plus your little girlfriend looked like she was about to have a stroke.”
“Let me find out you were watching me this whole time and didn’t come speak.”
“I was watching my surroundings.”
“Yea, ok.” Logic smirked. “How you been?”
“Living the dream.” Tyler plastered a fake smile on her face. “Living the fucking dream.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I. That’s what people wanna hear, right?”
“I wanna hear the truth.” Logic’s jaw clenched. “Don’t give me that fake shit, tell me what’s on your mind.”
Tyler shifted in her seat, finally giving him her full attention. She dropped the spoon, leaned forward, and laced her fingers.
“I’m broken.” Tyler's voice trembled. “Everything I own is gone and my reputation is in the toilet. I foolishly thought I was free,” she chuckled sadly. “Can you believe that?” Her teary eyes pulled at his heartstrings. “I thought I’d finally have a chance to do things my way, and now I’m seconds away from losing my shit. I can’t sleep, I barely eat, and all I think about is revenge. I’m upset that I put myself in this position, but mad that I didn’t get to stab my hoe ass cousin too.” Tyler wiped the tears from her eyes. “And now that I have an open case, I can’t blow her shit out and I really want toooo,” Tyler cried. Then laughed. Then cried again. “So as you can see, I'm a hot fucking mess. I bet you don’t wanna try to flirt with me now, huh?”
“Aye.” Logic reached across the table. “Don’t let these muthafuckas see you cry.” He wiped her tears. “They’ve seen enough.”
