“Koko, please stop acting like that.”
I grabbed my clothes and started walking toward the register while Booda followed beside me. “Acting like what?”
“You know I ain’t mean nothing by calling you broke. I was joking, but it was in poor taste. I get it, and I’m sorry. I would never try to clown you.”
“Mhm.”
“Koko.”
“What?”
“You still mad?”
I glanced over as a woman damn near walked into a display while looking in our direction.
“Watch where the fuck you going,” I snapped.
The woman jumped slightly before hurrying off.
Giani went quiet on the phone.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.” I adjusted the bags on my arm. “People just don’t know how to mind their business.”
Booda grinned beside me as if the attention amused him.
“You still coming around later?” Giani asked carefully.
“I don’t know.”
“Koko, I apologized.”
“And I heard you.”
“But you still upset.”
I stopped at the register and placed my clothes on the counter.
“People apologize all the time, but that still doesn’t mean whatever they said wasn’t exactly how they feel about you,” I said calmly.
“Friend, I’m sorry. How many times do you want me to apologize?”
I scoffed. “Honestly, you could’ve saved all your apologies.”
Giani went quiet for a second too long, and I already knew she was trying to figure out whether I was really done with her or just angry. Probably both.
“Koko—”
“Nah,” I cut in, pulling my card from my wallet before sliding it toward the cashier. “You embarrassed me in front of a bunch of bitches, then tried to laugh it off like the shit you said wasn’t disrespectful.”
“That wasn’t my intention.”
“But it happened.”
The cashier glanced between me and the phone pressed against my ear before quickly focusing back on ringing up my clothes.
“I said I was sorry.”
