“This shit too short! The shirt ain’t even covering shit.”
“That’s the point.” She stuck her tongue out and giggled while he continued to sift through the many items.
“Nah, take this hot girl shit back.”
“Looks like I got her size right. Hey there, my name is Royal. Since his rude ass don’t want to introduce nobody.” She side eyed Mozzi. “That’s his right hand and my man back there. Brim.”
Brim lifted his chin to Coast in greeting, and she waved.
“Hello.”
“What do you think of this?” Royal picked up a dress off the rack and faced Coast.
It was a black lace polka dot dress, and underneath was a one piece since it was see through. Coast loved it. When she popped out, it was always on the risqué side.
“It’s gorgeous.”
“That shit look transparent as fuck!” Mozzi objected.
Coast stepped forward and went through the rows of shirts, dresses, two-piece sets, and admired every piece. Royal was damn sure good at her job. She had Coast’s tastes down to the letter. She preferred darker, rich colors, like navy, black, burgundy. If it was a bright color like orange, she preferred it to be burnt orange or olive green, maybe emerald. There were designer jeans and graphic t-shirts for when she wanted to be on her chill shit and even a few satin pajama sets. She couldn’t help but examine the price tags still attached to each item as she added up what this must have cost Mozzi.
“Next time, bring me some jogging suits, big ass t-shirts, and baggy jeans. The fuck.” He went into his pocket and retrieved a few rolls of cash that he set on the counter.
Brim threw his head back in laughter. Mozzi kept a bad bitch around him, and he never once tried to regulate what these hoes wore. He’d never even indulged them by shopping. He was on a different type of time with Coast.
“Everything is dope. You’ve got good taste.” Coast toyed with the material of one of the other dresses and inspected the label. Prada.
He’d spared no expense.
“Did I nail your personality?” Royal questioned, pausing at the counter to gather the bands Mozzi arranged for her.
“Pretty much. You a psychic or something?”
“I have my ways.” Royal batted her eyes and opened her Birkin bag to drop the cash inside.
Her long, blood red stiletto nails and gold jewelry matched her entire personality. Coast just knew she was extra and hood, but she had her hustle down.
“You must be special. Mozzi ain’t never had me shop for a woman outside of his grandmother.”
“Be easy on my boy.” Brim chuckled and slid up behind Royal.
“I’m just saying. He had me worried he was gon’ be that uncle popping up twenty-four seven needing a plate because ain’t nobody feeding him at home. Only thing Lin, Roni, or Gill know how to do is order out. Roni be trying, but let’s be for real, she be faking. Ordering food and pretending she cooked that shit.”
“You talking too much now, Yal. Let’s go.” Brim snatched her by the waist and tugged her away from the counter.
“Fuck them bitches.” She sucked her teeth. “I’ll see you around, Coast. Let Mozzi know if you need anything else.” She reached for her bag and let Brim lead her away.
He threw up two fingers at Mozzi on his way to the door, and Coast paused at one of the rolling bags that was open on the floor. It was filled with all types of accessories.
“What is all this?”
“I want you to be comfortable.” Mozzi brought his blunt to his lips and sparked what was left.
“You know you can’t buy me, right?”
“That ain’t what this is.” He tipped his head back and exhaled.
“Then what is it? You doing a lot for somebody you just met. I’m very much pregnant, with another man’s baby?—”
