I tilted my head. “How do you know I’m not from here?”
He looked me up and down with a smirk. “This is my city, baby, and I’ve never seen you run through it.”
I laughed a lil’ bit. “I’ve been down here a month and a half, I think, from Cali.”
He nodded. “What made you move?”
I paused for a second while he looked at the road, and that’s about how I wanted to respond.
“I… just wanted a change. I love Cali, but I’ve been there all my life.”
He nodded and didn’t say anything else.
A short time later, we pulled into a building that was tall and almost looked like my apartment building. He parked close to the front, hopped out quick, walked around, and opened my door. He reached his hand out for me, and I took it, grippingit firmly. We walked through the sliding glass doors and to the elevators. Love pressed the button, and we waited with him, not even mentioning where we were or what we were doing.
The doors finally slid open, and we stepped in. Love pressed the button for the rooftop, still not opening his mouth.
The doors finally opened on the rooftop, and when we stepped out, my breath was taken.
Walked over to the hostess, he talked low where I couldn’t hear, and she led us past the bar, past some tables, and up on a platform that had a lil’ couch and table. Love led me in so I could sit first, and he followed behind me. As I sat down, I caught the view over the city, and it was amazing.
The waitress came over quick and Love ordered drinks and appetizers for us. He then turned and faced me.
“So…” he said low with a slight smirk. “Why did you lie to me?”
I laughed; I couldn’t help it.
“What?” I asked. “What did I lie to you about?”
“You lied about why you moved to Atlanta.”
I paused, holding his stare for a second too long before I turned to face him.
“And how you figure that?” I asked, my tone light, but my eyes watching him close.
But Love didn’t rush an answer; he just looked at me, slow. Like he was trying to piece me together without asking too many questions.
The waitress brought the drinks and left quick. We both took a sip, and he cleared his throat.
“After I asked you that question, you paused and looked off, which told me the answer was going to be bullshit.”
I laughed a lil’ bit and took another sip.
“I don’t think I can tell you just yet.”
“And why is that?” he asked.
I set my glass down slow, letting my fingers rest around it for a second before I answered him.
“Cause I don’t know you like that,” I said, keeping my tone even. “And I don’t know if you gonna stick around for me to be telling you my business like that.”
Love didn’t take any offense to it. If anything, his smirk got deeper.
“You don’t know if I’ma stick around, huh? In any situation that I’ve been in, I wasn’t the one that fucked up.”
“And what does that mean to me?”
He shrugged a lil’ bit. “Nothing much, just that you are gonna make sure I stay around like I’ma make sure you stay around.”
