“I’m sorry,” Tyler replied, “Lately, all I seem to do is cry. I know you didn’t ask for all that.” She wiped her face.
“Right, snotting all over my hand and shit.”
“Shut up,” Tyler giggled. “Thanks for asking though. People ask how I'm doing, but they really don’t wanna know.”
“I’m not people, sweetheart.” Logic lightly tapped her chin. “But look, do you still have my number?”
“I broke my phone after I got out of jail. I was tired of seeing myself being dragged all over the internet,” Tyler admitted.
“I forgot my favorite singer is a jailbird.”
“Since when am I your favorite singer?”
“Since you stopped singing them lame male-bashing songs,” Logic jested, leaning forward. The sudden move sent a wave of his cologne across the table.
“There it goes.” Tyler tucked her lip.
“What?”
“That smoldering thing and you out here smelling like a million bucks. Let me find out you really got a lil money.”
“I got a couple dollars.” Logic coyly looked away. Putting his hand in the air, Logic signaled for the waitress, who quickly bounced over to him.
“What are you doing?” Tyler arched her eyebrow in confusion, but he ignored her.
“What can I do for you?” The waitress smiled, giving him a view of all thirty-two.
“Do you have a pen, sweetheart?”
“Sure do.” She pulled a pen from her back pocket. “You can keep it, all my social media info is on there. I love your music, follow me.” She winked before twisting away.
“Ew, not her giving you a pen that she had in her back pocket all day, talking about keep it.” Tyler turned up her nose. “It probably smells like booty.”
Logic lifted the pen to his nose and took a whiff, causing Tyler’s mouth to drop open.
“It’s a lil tangy,” he shrugged. “Maybe you should give her the name of that perfume you be wearing.”
“You’re disgusting.” Tyler laughed out loud as he scribbled his number on a napkin.
“I gotta dip, but I'm trying to see what’s up with you.” He pushed the napkin across the table.
“That’s not a good idea.” She pushed it back.
“Why?”
“Because I'm a wrecking ball right now. Things are going good for you, and I’d hate to be your downfall.”
“My downfall?” Logic tilted his head to the side.
“Yea, being associated with a drug addicted singer can’t be a good look for you. What would your label say?”
“Baby girl, check this out.” He leaned forward. “I’m my own man and I make my own decisions. If I say I'm fucking with you, then guess what, you’re stuck with me, and can’t nobody change that shit but you.”
“And what about your girlfriend? She stuck with me too?”
“That’s not my girl.”
“You fuck her?” Tyler cocked her head to the side.
