Prischa took her place in front of him as he half turned to watch her walk away.
“Who was that?” she pried, nudging him.
“Maisie’s cousin,” Heavy answered.
“Oh, well how do you know her?” Prischa wondered.
Heavy had a type, and it was usually women who already had their own shit and didn’t need him for nothing but dick. It was how he was used to living, no attachments outside of Prischa, Pierre, and his limited family members. He served his community, but it wasn’t like he was going around spreading wisdom and giving the game. He led by example, but there was something about his interaction with Giselle that piqued Prischa’s interest.
The heels and diamonds were a dead giveaway to the girl’s pampered nature. Along with the way she barely wanted to acknowledge Prischa, like she was the one invading her private affairs. She wasn’t his type. A chick like that didn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as a man like Heavy. Prischa thoughthighly of her best friend because she knew him aside from that grumpy ass persona he had with everyone else.
“She came in the shop the other day with car trouble.” Heavy shook off the effect Giselle had on him and moved closer to the table, so he could pour himself a drink.
“What day?” Prishca prodded.
“The day of the storm,” Heavy told her, reaching for a red cup.
Nodding, now it all made sense. He’d been acting funny since that day, and she didn’t know why. He’d dropped Pierre off after school, and she invited him to stay for dinner. Although he stuck around, it was obvious his head was somewhere else. Their conversation was short, and he hung with Pierre the rest of the night before leaving. Normally, he’d chill with Prischa and catch up with her on her life at work, but not that night. He suddenly had to go. Now she had answers, but that left her with more questions.
“What you looking at me like that for?” Heavy’s brows drew together when he faced her with a fresh cup of tequila.
“Because you’re not a people person.” Prischa shrugged.
“What’s your point, Pri?”
“You tell me. There was something… off between the two of you.”
“Nah, ain’t nothing.” He tipped his cup to his lips. “Why you grilling me anyway?”
“Grilling about what?” A familiar voice perked up from behind him.
His twin sister, Henna, slid up beside him. She kept it casual in skinny jeans, a tank top, and a yellow windbreaker with a pair of yellow and white Nike Air Max. With long auburn hair parted on the side and flowing in waves past her shoulders, she looked back and forth between them. Obviously, she’d missed something.
“What’s going on? What you drinking?”
“Where you come from?” Heavy peeked around because he hadn’t noticed her before. “Nosy ass.”
“You only call me nosy when you trying to hide something.” She sucked her teeth and reached for his cup.
“I just came to get a drink and go back to my table. I’m chilling.” Heavy held it out of her reach. “Get your own damn drink.”
“Ass.” Henna twisted her mouth, brows bunching together in annoyance.
Heavy leaned in, held up his two fingers, and kissed her cheek as she tapped the same two fingers against his twice. It was their signature acknowledgement of each other since they were kids. Locked in. It was something their mother came up with, and it became something that their parents did as well. He made a quick path between her and Prischa before they both started a damn interview.
“What the hell is up with him?” Henna asked.
“I think it’s more like who,” Prischa noted.
“Okay, spill it, Pri. What you know?”
“It’s what he’s not saying.”
“About what?” Henna reared her neck, confusion wrinkling her face.
“Her.” Prischa nodded toward a few feet away, where Giselle stood with Maisie and Lou.
She stood out like a sore thumb, gripping her cup in her hand with it turned into her chest. The music switching up to Ella Mai’s “Hearts on Deck” seemed to loosen her up as she swayed a bit and snapped her fingers at her side. Lou hyped her up on the side, mouthing the words with her and throwing one of her hands in the air. She snapped and two stepped beside her and went back and forth on Ella’s verse, catching a whole vibe that Maisie captured on her phone.
