As he walked up the sidewalk, Jada stood up. “I love you too, Daddy.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Bitch… walk in traffic.”
I hopped in my car and pulled off quick. In my rearview mirror, I could still see Amir laughing.
I got to a stoplight and was planning my next move before I met up with my niggas. Then I got a text from Islah.
I leaned back in my seat a lil’, reading her message, then typed back without overthinking it.
“You busy?”
Straight up ignoring what she sent.
I let the phone sit after that, one hand on the wheel, the other resting low while I drove. A few minutes passed, then it buzzed.
She said she wasn’t doing anything. I pulled over and picked out a nice lil’ restaurant, nothing too much, since it was last minute, and sent her the pin.
“Meet me here,” not asking, telling.
I watched the typing dots pop up, then go away, then pop up, and go away again, before she agreed, and I headed there.
When I pulled up to the spot first and sat in the car for a second, just watchin’ the place through the windshield.
Not too loud. Not too flashy. Just right.
I checked my watch, then my phone, then leaned back in my seat like I had all the time in the world, even though I didn’t.
I saw her pull up, and I got out before she could even cut the engine.
She sat there for a second, hands still on the wheel, like she was debating if she really wanted to step into whatever this was.
I walked over and opened her door.
She looked up at me before she got out, eyes searching mine like she was tryna read something I damn sure wasn’t giving.
I reached out my hand, and she took it. Her skin was soft as hell, and she smelled so damn good. I wanted to pull her in for a hug, but that might have scared her away.
I closed the door behind her, letting that lil’ silence sit between us for a second.
“I’m glad you was able to make it,” I said.
She let out a small breath. “You told me to.”
I smirked a lil’. “And you listened.”
She didn’t respond to that, just looked past me toward the restaurant, then back at me like she was still deciding.
I didn’t rush her; I just took her hand and started walking toward the door, and she came.
Once we got in and got seated, she still didn’t relax. I laughed a lil’ bit, hoping that she didn’t notice, but she was watching me, like she was waiting to see what I was gonna do.
I leaned back, got comfortable.
Opposite energy type shit.
“You always quiet?” I asked.
“I’m…thinking,” she said softly.
