“Actually,” Dai spoke up, “you won’t be serving us.”
“Excuse me?” She turned her attention to Dai.
“I can sign what I said if you need me to.”
“I’m…”
“Hey, y’all,” Danae greeted, walking up behind Alexis.
She sucked her teeth, visibly pissed, as she stood up straight. “Hey, Danae.” She spoke with disdain. “I was just about to take their order.”
“No,” Dai responded. “You were just about to move around. I don’t want nobody waiting on me, drooling over my food and shit because you’re dying of thirst.”
“Ooop,” Danae let out, covering her mouth.
I just smirked and shook my head. Adai could be the sweetest person ever, but that mouth was lethal on and off the dick.
“Excuse me?” was all the comeback Alexis could come up with, and that was a shame.
“I did that already, boo,” Dai fired back.
“You know what?” Danae started to speak. “Alexis, you go and take that four top in the front, and I’ll take care of them.”
Alexis lingered a second too long, causing Danae to give her a look that reminded her that her request wasn’t optional. Tight, she stomped off like a big ass kid.
“Girl, ifthis belly ain’t stoppin’ shitwas a person, it would be you,” Danae said, leaning down to hug Dai. “You was about to whoop her ass, and I would’ve been down a waitress.”
“Then I would’ve felt bad and had to get me an apron and get to it.” Dai laughed.
“No, you wouldn’t have,” I said, glancing up from the menu.
“Anyway.” She rolled her eyes. “I already know what I want.” She rattled off what she wanted, just as she had done earlier.
Danae noted everything without writing it down then turned to me for my order. I got the French toast with strawberry compote and a side of hash browns. She nodded, took our menus, and headed straight to the kitchen.
“So, is that the Alexis that was looking for you?” Dai asked once Danae was out of ear shot.
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” she responded simply before taking her phone out and swiping.
The food came out a short time later. Although she wasn’t talking to me, Dai made sure to sneak a couple bites of my French toast and the strawberries. I let her because by the way she danced in her seat, I could tell it made her happy.
“I need a nap,” she said once she was done. “Let me go pee. Your baby is sitting on my bladder.”
She went to stand, and I got up to help her out the booth. “You got it?”
“Yeah. Unless you wanna come to the bathroom and hold me up while I squat over the toilet.”
“I will if you need me to.”
“No.” She laughed. “You can order me a piece of lemon pound cake to go though.”
“Aight. I got you.”
“Thank you.”
I bent down to peck her lips, and she let me.
