“Dionne, is that you? Why didn’t you text me, and tell me that you were coming? I would have put some stuff to the side for you,” that was Hailey, my favorite client advisor from Chanel.
She was so happy as she walked over to me with the biggest smile on her face.
Hailey has seen me through so many phases. I’ve spent a lot of shopping trips in here with Garrus, my sisters, my mom, and now Tank. Because I’ve been shopping with her for about four years now, she knew what I liked, and what I hated. Usually, whenever I knew that I would be coming to Chanel, I would text her. The only reason why I didn’t do it today is because I really didn’t know if I was 100% on coming down here after work. I thought that I would be tired.
The loud outburst from Hailey caused Crystal to turn her head and look in our direction. Crystal was standing in front of the mirror at this point because she was trying on a pair of heels. When she turned, and she saw me, and Tank right here, it’s like she did a double take. She didn’t even try to be discreet with the way she tapped her friend, so that she could look as well.
I was on whatever they were going to be on with me. I wouldn’t say anything to either one of them until they said something to me. That’s just how we were going to play this game.
“Hi Hailey. Look at you. You look so pretty. I really didn’t know if I was going to come or not, so I didn’t want to text you, and have you waiting on me. Hailey, I’m a working woman now, so I thought that I might be tired from work,” I let her know, and she laughed.
My man was behind me, laughing too because lately, that’s been me, and Tank’s running joke. I was quick to let the world know that I was a working woman. It was something that I was still getting used to.
“I knowwww. I know that I texted you already, telling you how proud I am of you, but Dionne, I really am. Me, and all the ladies here are already following House of Henry on Instagram, and we signed up on your mailing list. Everything about thatbrand screams you. Luxury, and sexy,” Hailey replied, right before she reached in, so that she could hug me.
Like we were long lost sisters, we squeezed each other during the hug, and then eventually let go.
“This is Tank. When we came a couple of weeks ago, you weren’t here. This is my man,” I let her know, proudly. She smiled, happy to see it.
“I wasn’t here, but it was the talk of the store, so I know all about it. How are you, Tank? I’m Hailey,” she responded, reaching her hand out, so that he could shake it.
“How you doing?” his voice was deep, and I could tell by how red her pale skin changed that she was caught off guard by his voice.
That voice did the same thing to me, so I couldn’t even blame her.
I let Hailey know that I was here to exchange my sneakers for a bigger size, and she told me to browse around, so that she could do what she needed to exchange the shoes. I couldn’t even fake like I needed to go over and look at new purses. I literally had too many, and I was only in the mood to look at new shoes. I didn’t care that Crystal, and her friend was over there either because I knew that they wouldn’t touch me.
Tank was continuing to play that role, where he walked behind me, securing me, making sure that I was safe.
“Tank, I get that your with your girl, but nigga, you can speak. You and I were friends before any of this shit. Don’t act like that,” Crystal said it probably two minutes into us standing over here.
I had a pair of slides in my hands that I was gushing over, but the sound of her voice made me pause, and I turned around to look at Tank, just to see what his next move was going to be.
He stood there with one hand in his pocket, and the other hand was holding onto the shopping bag from Saks that held my new boots.
“You called my girl all kinds of bitches and hoes. I don’t have to speak to you, love,” his voice was cool, and causal, as he pulled out another pair of slides for me off the display stand, putting them in my hand, and I knew that was his way of telling me that he liked the shoe, and he wanted me to get them.
“Because she started talking to me crazy?—”
“Girl, I can talk to you however I want. You shouldn’t have been calling his phone,” my voice was calm.
I was in Chanel. I knew damn near every sales associate in here, and the last thing I wanted right now was to put on a show in front of these people, going back and forth with a bitch from Tank’s past.
She had this look in her eyes, and you could just tell that it was so much more that she wanted to say. Nothing about her gave that she was the kind of woman to just allow things to drop, but for whatever reason, she did it this time. Maybe she saw that there was no argument. Maybe, it hit her that Tank had moved on, and whatever it was that the two of them shared in the past, was just the past.
Her friend, or whoever the hell that was with her ended up tapping her on her arm, telling her to just drop it, so that the two of them could leave. That was the best thing that they decided to do since we came over here.
Before Crystal walked away though, she shot Tank and I one final look, and then they disappeared to the front of the store, so that they could pay for their items.
“I gotta check hoe after hoe dealing with you. This the second bitch, Tavion!” I snapped on him, as he sat down on the luxury plush couch that was near us.
Like this shit was funny to him, he laughed, picked up his right hand, and he ran it down his face.
“I can’t control the shit these bitches do. Don’t even try to get mad at me either because it ain’t like I’m still fuckin around with them or keeping tabs on them. You don’t have shit to worry about when it comes to that. If I was still fuckin around with her, trust me, that would have been the first thing that she said to you,” he let me know, and I just ignored him.
“I told your ass to go to another store. You ruined your own day,” he kept fuckin with me, and I was continuing to ignore him.
I purposely started pulling down all kinds of shoes from the display stand, that I was going to hand over to Hailey when she made it back over. I was going to take my anger out on his pockets.
