She didn’t deny it. “Things changed. We changed.”
I shook my head. “Nah. I ain’t changed. And you ain’t either.”
Her smile shifted just a little. “Look at me. I’ve changed.”
I looked.
Took my time.
Came back to her face.
“What you want from me?”
She held the paper out. “What that say?”
I took it and skimmed it.
Clean answers. Everything she thought I wanted to hear, and nothing about her.
I folded it once and handed it back.
“I’ll call you.”
She smiled more slowly this time. “I was hoping I could be the one to see you tonight.”
I let out a short laugh. “You gon’ get down on one knee next and propose to a nigga?”
She laughed. “That’s not my style.”
I stepped closer. “Then let me lead. I’ll call you soon.”
I moved past her, got in my truck, and pulled off.
She stayed right there.
She knew what that meant.
Some people get a maybe.
Some get a call.
Most get nothing.
My phone rang before I hit the street.
Vanessa.
“You left?”
“I told you I was.”
“You didn’t even finish.”
“I saw enough.”
“None of them?”
I looked ahead.
