Big daddy handed her a card, and she took no shame in examining it.
“Wallis Harper?”
“You can call me Biggie, mama. Everybody does.”
Tuesday grinned down at him as she tapped his card on the pin pad.
“Biggie. I like that.”
“This nigga,” his friend mumbled to himself.
Tuesday could tell they had been drinking and wouldn’t be surprised if they had just come from the club.
When she tried handing Biggie card back, he shook his head.
“Keep it.”
Her brows knitted together.
“Huh?”
“Everyone’s food tonight is on me,” he replied nonchalantly.
“But… how…” she was truly at a loss for words. Finally, she got it together enough to ask, “How will I give you your card back?”
“I’ma stay here,” he shrugged, casually as if it made the most sense in the world.
“It’ll take me a few hours to serve all these people, and then I’ll have to clean up and?—”
“Aye,” he interrupted. “It’s cool, mama. How else am I supposed to spend time with a pretty lady like yourself?”
Flattery hit her, and she blushed. “You could’ve just asked me out on a date.”
“You really could have, simp ass nigga,” his friend joked.
Biggie nudged. “Shut the fuck up, Demo.”
Demo walked away, still laughing as Biggie turned back to her.
“I’m only in town for the night, sweetheart, and I see you’re working hard. I ain’t tryna get in the way of that. I figured this would be the best way to spend some time with you.”
“I… Wow. Thank you,” she said, completely unsure of what else to say. “If you go to the left, there are a few chairs there if you and your homeboy want to sit.”
“I’m cool standing for now. Talk to me while you cook.”
So she did.
She helped Winter finish his order and then handed it to him, and the whole time he and his homie ate, she and Biggie talked in between her taking orders. It made the night go by fast as hell.
By the time they finished up with the last customer, she was tired, and Demo had left an hour prior, telling Biggie he would see him in the morning.
“Here’s your card back. I don’t even think you want to know your total,” she joked.
He’d racked up a pretty penny on hisVisacard.
He shrugged as he put it back in hisLouis Vuittonwallet and stuffed it into the back pocket of hisLevi’s. “It ain’t no big deal.”
“I would ask how that’s possible, but I’ll mind my little black business.”
