“Stop it,” I grimaced, hitting him in the arm. “I can’t stand you.”
Tearing my eyes away from him, I noticed a guy seated under a local shop. He noticed me glancing his way and waved over at us.
“Oh look,” I beamed. “C’mon!” I took off before him, doing a cute speed walk over to the guy before anyone else could.
I took a seat as I glanced at all the caricature drawings in frames behind him. He was a white guy who resembled Jesus on the pamphlets Jehovah’s Witnesses would leave on your door when you ignored them. He was dressed in a white V-neck, withsaggy jeans and brown sandals. His hair was in a high bun, with loose strands framing his face.
“Just you?” he asked.
“Oh no,” I answered him as I looked back at Romelo, taking his time, making his way over to me. “Hurry!” I motioned with my hand, then turned to face the guy. “My boyfriend is coming.”
Instead of waiting for him to join me, he started without him. When Romelo reached us, he started talking shit to me—all of which the guy ignored. He leaned back in the chair, legs spread, looking so masculine, and peered his eyes over at me in a menacing stare. His sling pack was in his lap.
“Now if somebody kidnapped yo ass goofy ass, then what?” he retorted.
“Nigga, ain’t nobody crazy enough to do that.” I grinned.
“What is this anyway?” he motioned his head forward, nodding at the other drawings.
Turning to him, I leaned up and clicked my teeth at him for being unknowledgeable about the popular drawings.
“They’re called caricature drawings. They’re really popular at the fair,” I told him.
“I ain’t never heard of no shit like that.” He frowned.
“You’re gonna like it. I went to Georgia Aquarium with Mimi once, and we got a drawing. It’s not supposed to be a cute picture, but they’re funny nonetheless.” I sniggered.
He stared at me, making me erupt into laughter just as the guy finished the drawing and turned it around to show us. Throwing my head back, I erupted in heavy laughter.
On the picture, Romelo was side-eyeing me. His ears were big, and the artist drew the diamond studs in his ear really small but italicized the gleam. As for me, he drew my face really round and my cheeks really puffy with a blush effect, turning them rose pink.
“How could you not love this?” I laughed, reaching out to take the picture away from him. “This is so fucking cute!”
Romelo was still side-eyeing me, not to laugh, but the way the corners of his mouth were jittering made it hard for him not to join me in laughter, making it hard to maintain a straight face.
“How much is it?” I spoke up once the laughter subsided.
“Do you want it to be framed?”
“Yes,” I nodded.
“It’ll be $100.”
I reached into my purse until Romelo swatted my hand away and reached into his sling pack and peeled off some money.
“Thank you, baby,” I kissed him. “Thank you so much,” I grinned to the artist.
We stood up, holding hands, then he reached for the picture. Walking away from the artist, he snaked his arm around my neck and tongue-kissed my ear, then slithered it around my neck.
“You hungry now? I already done fucked up an appetite.”
“I thought the point of coming to Turks was to sightsee?” I tittered, craning my neck to glance up at him.
“You been a problem ever since we touched down….You drowned, damn near giving me a fucking heart attack, and you out here breakin’ up happy homes.” He joked.
My jaw hung as I playfully punched him in the stomach.
“Nigga please, you ain’t cracked a smile since you been with her. I can giggle yo draws down to yo ankles nigga!” I spat.
