“You do be actin’ funny with me though,” she said.
I frowned a lil’. “How?”
She shrugged. “You just do…Like I gotta catch you on a certain day to get a regular conversation out you.”
I smirked. “You talkin’ to me right now, ain’t you?”
“That’s ’cause I said somethin’,” she shot back, cuttin’ her eyes at me. “If I ain’t say nothin’, you would’ve sat there, ate your food, and ignored me like I’m bad business when it ain’t even that deep, homeboy.”
She tapped her nail against her cup, casual as hell. “And before you take it wrong, I ain’t pressed about you or nothin’. I don’t move like that.”
I let out a quiet breath through my nose. “Ain’t nobody say you was.”
“I know,” she said. “I’m just clearin’ it up ’cause I don’t like weird energy, and sometimes you be right there with it.”
That made me lean back a lil’, lookin’ at her a second longer.
“I ain’t got no issue with you,” I said, calm and direct. “At all.”
She met my eyes, holdin’ it there like she was checkin’ if I meant that. “Then stop movin’ like it.”
I smirked a lil’. “That’s just how I am.”
She gave a look. “Nah… that ain’t it.”
I raised a brow. “So you know me now?”
“I know what I see,” she said, simple. “And I ain’t no female you gotta tiptoe around or keep at a distance like I’m gon’ take it somewhere it don’t need to go.”
That sat for a second.
I nodded once. “I hear you.”
She picked her cup back up, takin’ another sip like that was all she needed to say. “Good.”
I watched her for a second, then shook my head a lil’, a low chuckle comin’ out.
“You somethin’ else,” I muttered.
She smirked without even lookin’ at me. “I know.”
I went back to eatin’, and when I finished, I pointed at my plate. “This shit good though. I ain’t even gon’ lie.”
She smirked. “I know.”
“Who taught you?” I asked.
“My grandma,” she said. “Grandma Glo. She don’t play about that kitchen.”
I nodded. “I can tell.”
We kept talkin’ after that, just random shit, goin’ back and forth, crackin’ on each other, but nothin’ forced. At some point I poured me a drink, lit another blunt, and we just ended up sittin’ here together like it was normal.
Time moved without either of us payin’ attention to it, and by the time she yawned, I glanced at the stove clock.
“Damn,” I said. “It’s eleven.”
“I’m tired,” she said, pushin’ off the counter.
