I tapped it.
A picture of him. Same energy he had in person.
The next slide was a real application about finding him a wife.
I stared at it for a second.
“You see it?” Laila asked.
“I see it.”
“You should get in the comments.”
I let out a laugh. “Girl, do I look thirsty?”
She laughed too.
“I’m just saying.”
“I’m not interested in that nigga,” I said, scrolling the comments.
I paused.
“Look at Alana.”
“What she say?”
“She didn’t even say anything. Just laughing emojis and heart eyes.”
Laila made a sound. “She on that dick. Like she ain’t turn him down when he was driving for Arrowhead Water.”
“Exactly,” I said. “She already in line and didn’t want that nigga when he was a nobody.”
“I’m weak.”
I kept scrolling for a few more seconds, then locked my phone.
“I’m going to bed,” I said.
“Alright. I’ll see you in the morning. I will have your breakfast, boss lady.”
“Okay.”
I paused before hanging up.
“And don’t say anything to Alana about what I told you.”
“Girl—”
“I’m serious.”
“Alright, alright. I won’t.”
We hung up.
I showered without rushing, letting the water run a little longer than usual.
By the time I got into bed, my phone was already face down on the nightstand.
