“I’m straight. Why do you ask?”
She laughed. “Because you’ve been staring at those freaking menus for an hour. She liked fried hood food. Harold’s should do.”
“How do you know that? Do you think they deliver out here at th?—”
“Yes, they do. I’ve gotten it before. Do you want me to order it, Nor?” she was fucking amused at my torment.
I nodded. “Hell yeah.”
“So, you like her?”
“Like her? The fuck you mean Niema? I’m a grown ass man,” I said, giving her the side eye.
“You know what I mean. Liking someone doesn’t make you any less grown.”
“Whatever Ny.”
She laughed. “This is so cute.”
She ended up going on and on for about an hour or so, before the food she ordered got here and, Omyia shortly after it. When I opened the door, she looked as beautiful as she did this afternoon, if not better.
“You do this intense stare. Though it’s sexy I still don’t know what I wanna do under it.”
“Do what?” I quizzed leading her into the kitchen with my hand rested lightly on her lower back.
“Weather to run and hide or…” her sentence trailed off as she giggled.
I wanted to ask her more but decided against it.
“Your house is beautiful.” I left her standing at the island in my kitchen so I could go to the fridge.
I nodded. “I didn’t know what to get. Niema said you like the greasy shit.”
She laughed. “I do. Thank you for that.”
We talked and ate for a while, before finally deciding to move down to my basement to watch the movie.
“If I had this kind of space I’d never leave. It’s perfect to avoid the world,” she mused while looking around the theater.
“There are only so many movies to watch. At some point you’d have to deal with people.”
“True, but I’d deal with them in increments.”
When I turned around from the screen, I looked up and saw where she’d gotten comfortable. I walked over to the side and grabbed a blanket for her since she didn’t have sleeves, then I took a seat on the other side of the sofa. I wanted to be closer to her, but I didn’t want to crowd her. This was about to be a long ass night, because on my mama I had never been in a position so fucking stiff.
Ommy
Who was I kidding? There was absolutely no way I’d be able to watch this movie and not be all up in his face. I’d be lying if I said I could, and at this moment life seemed to be making this shit impossible.
“Are you going to watch this movie or keep looking at me like that?” His eyes never left the screen when he spoke.
“Like what?” I had to ask. I’d never been the type to leave well enough alone.
“Like you want me to come down there.”
“I mean I was wondering why you were all the way over there, but then again it could’ve been a personal preference.”
He laughed. “You got jokes, but all you had to do was ask.”
