“Is that all!” the caller yelled into his ear.
“Yeah, man. Don’t be yelling like you running shit. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Bye, negro.”
The call disconnected, and Cyren sat down, releasing a satisfied huff.
“You good?” Heavy asked.
“Yep. You?”
Her question was queried with a smile. Heavy matched her expression.
“Couldn’t be better. I’ma hit the restroom right quick. You wanna slide somewhere with me when we leave here?”
She figured that was his unintentional way of letting her know he was ready to go. That was fine with her because she was, too.
“You sure your girlfriend or whoever won’t mind?”
Cyren hadn’t missed the tail end of his conversation, yet Heavy didn’t seem to be trying to hide the fact that he’d been on the phone either.
“I don’t know. You wanna call her back and ask?”
She batted her lashes, deciding to play along since he was clearly in a joking mood.
“Sure,” Cyren replied, with her hand out.
Smirking, Heavy unlocked his phone, redialed the number he’d just called, and handed it to her. They stared one another down until the woman answered.
“What do you want now? I did what you asked me to do.”
“Hello. Is this Heavy’s girlfriend?” Cyren asked, sweetly.
Laughter flowed through the speaker. “Cyren?”
Her smile dropped, and her gaze hardened. “Who is this?”
“Girl, your damn cousin. This Boobie, Dre’s sister. I know you ain’t sneak and call me,” Boobie was still laughing as Cyren’s nerves settled.
Unashamed, she shrugged. “Oh, hey girl.” She giggled. “No, he’s sitting right here. He must’ve told you I was with him.”
“Yeah... something like that. Y’all on the way here?”
She didn’t know whereherewas, but she figured it had to be the same place Heavy was trying to slide to.
“Mhm. We’re about to leave here now.”
“Okay. See y’all in a lil’ bit. Aye! They on the way!” Boobie yelled before hanging up.
Grinning, Cyren handed him his phone back.
“Did she mind? I can drop you off at the crib,” Heavy asked in jest.
“I thought you had to use the restroom, sir?” she shot back, grinning.
Heavy eased out of the booth, forcing Cyren’s head to fall back to look up at him. Him towering over her and the liquor in her system were a dangerous combination.
“I do, and when I get back, make whatever questions you have for me, direct. You’ll get more out of me that way.”
