“Nah, right now it’s breathy.” He chuckled. “You breathing like Baby D.”
“Are you calling me fat?”
“Not at all, baby girl. What’s up? You straight?”
“I’m fine! I’m in the club living my best life.”
“Oh yea?”
“Yea!” Tyler sassed.
“Then why are you calling me at…” he pulled the phone away from his ear to glance at the time. “three in the morning?”
Silence
“Are you thinking about me in the midst of your turn up?”
Silence
“Are you good?” Logic asked, sitting up.
“I’m fine,” Tyler sighed.
“Where you at?”
“Why?”
“Because you drunk calling me, and I’m trying to make sure you’re safe.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you want to make sure I’m safe?”
“I’m a gentleman, shorty. It’s three in the morning, your background loud as fuck, and you sound tipsy.”
“I am tipsy,” Tyler admitted. “Actually, I’m more than tipsy. I’m fucked up.”
“Send me your location. I’ll come scoop you.”
“You think Dex is going to just let you come scoop me?” She giggled. “He doesn’t like you.”
“I’m a grown ass man, baby girl, he not stopping shit. Say the word and I’ll pull up.”
“You like trouble, huh?”
“Nah, I like you.”
“No, you like what you see. There’s a difference.”
“So you’re saying there’s more than what meets the eye.”
“A lot more,” Tyler’s voice cracked. “Has your soul ever cried?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like you’re smiling and happy on the outside, but inside you’re empty.” Tyler chuckled through her tears. “You can be having the time of your life, but something is still missing. Something feels off. In a room full of people, you feel lonely, and no matter what you do, no matter what people say, you can’t shake it.”
