I frowned. “For what?”
“Food.”
“I can order my own food when I get home.”
“I ain’t ask that. What you want?”
I stared at him for a second before answering. “Wings or Mexican.”
He smirked slightly. “Of course. I’ll order wings.”
Twenty minutes later, hot wings and waffle fries were sitting between us while rain beat against the windows outside.
We still weren’t really talking. Just eating, getting the feel of each other again. At least that was what I was doing.
And honestly…
I missed this more than I should have.
Vaughn finally looked over at me while biting into a wing.
“You still mad at me?”
I swallowed my food before answering. “I know nobody was here with us, but you embarrassed me.”
He leaned back against the counter. “Watching another nigga eat your pussy embarrassed me too. Imagine if security had seen it before I could delete it?”
I looked at him. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
He rubbed his beard and looked away. “A’ight. Maybe I handled it wrong.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Maybe?”
He looked back at me. “You want the politically correct apology or the real one?”
“The real one.”
His eyes stayed on mine for a second. “I ain’t like seeing that shit.”
I looked down at my food instead of him.
“You acted like I cheated on you.”
He smirked. “You kinda did. They’ve been calling you my work wife.”
My head snapped up immediately. “Are you serious?”
“I’m playing,” he said quickly, but he was smirking again.
I shook my head and laughed.
“There you go,” he uttered.
“What?”
“You finally laughing again.”
The room got quiet again after that, but it wasn’t awkward anymore.
