“All that fucking sugar, Jaiyanna.”
“Well, get me unsweetened tea then, damn.”
Yanna proceeded to clean up the mess she made while Kas ordered their food. It took her nearly half an hour to tidy the kitchen, and just about as much time for their food to arrive. Once the food was delivered, Kas spread a blanket in the middle of his living room floor and pulled out all their food. They often pulled out the blanket when enjoying takeout, because Yanna said it made her feel like they were having an indoor picnic. Taking residence across from her, they both sat criss-cross applesauce, digging into the decadent breakfast they’d acquired. For a while, only the sounds of them enjoying their food filled the room. About halfway through her meal, Yanna leaned over and stuck her fork into Kas’ home fries.
“You always do that shit. If you wanted home fries, why you ain’t order none?”
“Because you got some, and I wasn’t going to eat a whole order. I can’t have none of your food?”
“You can have whatever you want, Yanna boo.”
“Act like it then,” Yanna jibed, grabbing a forkful of his home fries. He ate his just like she liked them, smothered in ketchup and black pepper. A slight moan escaped her lips as she took a bite. She grabbed another forkful and grabbed some of her pancakes with it, shoveling it all in her mouth together.
“That’s a weird ass combination.”
“It’s good though, here taste it.”
“I don’t want to taste that nasty shit.” Kas laughed just as an alert pinged on his phone. He picked it up and saw a five-figure payment for beats posted to his bank account.
“Who is that?”
“Money. You know that rapper TRN Rell, he sent payment for two beats.” He answered, grabbing his laptop from the couch.
“You’re making something specifically for him?”
“Nah, he getting beats I’ve already made. You know his music, right?”
“Yea, I listened to his last mixtape a lot.”
“Alright, stop me when you hear a beat you think he’d slide on.”
Yanna nodded, continuing to eat her food as she intently listened to Kas shuffling through his beats. He was three beats in when she finally heard one that really perked her ears. Finishing off her pancakes, she started to mimic the rapper’s voice to the melody of the beat. Soon, Kas joined in, bobbing his head in tandem with her rambling.
“You fucking with this one?”
“Yea, he got that story telling type of cadence I can hear flowing so perfectly over this track.”
“Shit, you right. I wouldn’t have even considered this one for him, yo’ ass is lowkey a genius at this.”
“I’m a genius at everything I do,” Yanna winked, taking a sip of her tea.
She helped Kas pick out another beat for the rapper. A few minutes after they were sent, the rapper sent a text with flame emojis, stating how he was about to start writing asap. The duo cleaned their mess from the living room, then migrated to the couch where they binged a Netflix show until it was time for Yanna to get dressed for her shift at the club. They got through one entire season of a show and had got through lunch before Yanna’s phone started to vibrate on the table. Making sure it wasn’t her mom, Yanna leaned forward to check her notifications. To her vexation, she was still being mentioned on Instagram regarding Yasmine’s video, even though it had been taken down. There were at least six different random broadscommenting on her and Kas’ situation as if they knew what they were speaking on. That easily, her entire mood had changed. Even when she was trying to get over the situation, when she was trying to give Kas a fair chance, she was reminded of his transgressions. She took a few moments to block everyone who’d mentioned her before sitting back on the couch with her arms crossed.
“Aye, I really don’t think Raymond is that Elizabeth chick’s daddy. I feel like that shit would be too obvious.” When Yanna didn’t respond, Kas placed his attention on her and automatically noticed the shift in her mood. “Ah, shit, what happened that fast?”
Unfortunately for Kas, he was used to Yanna’s disposition changing at the drop of a hat. It was normal for them to be having a good day, getting along well, and for her to switch up on him.
“What happened that fast is bitches are still fucking mentioning me about you being in that nasty bitch’s video.”
“She deleted it, though.”
“That doesn’t matter, people are still going to be talking about it for the next week or so. Which means I have to keep being reminded of the shit.”
“Ight, well, what you want me to do about it?”
“I would’ve liked for younotto let random hoes suck your dick and record you… it’s a little late for all that, though.”
“Yanna—”
