“Wassup, Ya?” he answered, calling me by the nickname only he used.
“Oh, nothing. You’re just talking to the newest flight attendant for Sable Airlines.”
“You serious?”
“I wouldn’t play like that.”
“Damn! That’s wassup! Congratulations, baby girl.”
“Thank you. I’m so damn nervous and excited.”
“Understandably so. When do you start?”
“They’re sending me those details in an email. I might have it already, but I just got off the phone with the parentals, and I wanted to tell you.”
“This is good news. How long before you can give free flights to family members?”
I smacked my lips. “Is that all you care about?”
“What? I congratulated you before I asked.”
“Whatever. I’ll talk to you later. I’m about to check my email. Can you tell Yandy the news?”
“I’ll tell her when she gets back from the store. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I grabbed my laptop from the coffee table and sat in the center of my couch. When I logged into my email, I was excited to see the email I was looking for. Over the next hour, I read and electronically signed all the documents. By the time I finished, my eyes were tired.
I looked at the time, and it was almost seven. My best friend, Willamena, should be home from the store downtown where she worked part-time. She worked full time as an assistant at a human resource company but got a part-time job to pay off the debt she’d racked up in her early twenties. Her goal was to buy a house soon. I picked up my phone and went to her contact information.
“Hey, bestie.”
“Hey, Mena. How was work?”
“Work. I’m so glad I work the early shift. I may not earn as much commission, but these people are rude as fuck, and the money ain’t worth it.”
“I feel you. What time do you work tomorrow?”
“I’m actually off. Why? What’s up?”
“I wanted to see if you wanted to go to brunch and celebrate with me. I got the job!” I shouted the last part.
“You got the job?”
“Yes! You’re talking to the newest flight attendant for Sable Airlines.”
“Oh my God! Sis, that’s so exciting. Congratulations!”
“Thank you. So, you wanna go to brunch?”
“Hell yeah. You want me to come to you, or you coming this way?”
“I’ll come there, but I don’t have any places in mind.”
“Let’s go to Jordyn’s Soul Cafe. My treat, and I’ll make reservations.”
“Sounds good, but I can pay for my own food, Mena.”
