“Oh,” was all she said.
The lingering quietness was awkwardness.
The girls whispered amongst themselves. I moved down the aisle. There’s nothing left to say. Some people were nosey.
“That’s your man?” she asked.
I was taken aback by the question because she didn’t even know me.
“If you’re asking, you know the answer already,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Hmph,” she remarked.
“Who are you?”
“Oh, she’s jazzy,” her friend snickered.
“I’m who I am,” she retorted.
“Conversation over,” I cut the conversation.
“I wanna know, that’s why,” the other girl said.
“If you a fan, you gotta go to the meet and greets.”
“She called you a fan, girl. Naya, I wouldn’t even take that. Oooo wee,” her friend instigated.
“I’m the furthest thing from a fan. In fact, I’m the reason you or anybody else knows who he is…” she argued.
“Bitch, look…” I started to snap when I realized that Rayzor’s my man and women will be over him. I didn’t have to respect or respond to none of them thirsty bitches trying to stake theirclaim. I’d hate to have to beat up half the city behind dick that’s mine.
“Ma’am, we’re going to have to ask you all to leave,” the sales associate told them.
“Leave?” Naya repeated, gazing at me. “I ain’t even buy my clothes.”
“I’m sorry, but you’re causing a disturbance for our customers.”
Naya slammed down her dress.
“Do you even know him?” She cut her eyes at me.
“Didn’t she tell y’all to leave?” I smirked.
“Ma’am. Please, leave,” the associate begged.
“How far do you think he’d go for you?” Naya asked me.
“’Bout as far as your ass will, outside the store.”
She gasped.
“You probably want him because he’s a boxer, but what if his opps from the streets come looking?”
Security walked up and escorted them away from me.
I caught her glare from the window as I set my clothes on the counter to be rung up. What did she mean “opps from the streets”?
“Girl, you have some great taste. Wherever you’re going, you’ll turn heads,” the associate complimented, breaking me from my thoughts.
