Only if she knew, Heavy was the one who called the shots and made niggas abide by his rules. “Yeah, I bet it will. Doesn’t seem like you know how to, though.”
“Why’d you say that?”
“I asked you what you were eating for lunch, and you still haven’t answered my question.”
Cyren figured he was only asking because that’s what people do. They ask mundane questions to seemingly keep the conversation flowing but aren’t truly interested. The fact that hecircled back and brought it up again made the question he asked through text echo even louder in her brain.No one is checking on me, but he seems to care. Forget the fact that he didn’t answer her question first. Cyren was sure she’d never learn how he obtained her number, and quite frankly, she no longer cared.
“I didn’t bring anything, so I was gonna grab something really quick. Why? You want to bring me something?”
“I can. What you got a taste for?”
Cyren absolutely hated how quickly her thoughts became lewd. What she had a taste for had nothing to do with food. With him on speaker, she pulled up her menstrual tracker to see if she was ovulating this week. When she didn’t see any green dots indicating she was fertile or a flower in place for ovulation, she almost laughed. Heavy had her feral, and it wasn’t even that time of the month for her to be acting this way.I knewI shouldn’t have had sex with him. Her thoughts were loud, but the thumping in her vagina was stronger, calling her a liar.
“I’m not really sure. I kinda had a taste for some chicken. But it’s okay, though. You don’t have to go out of your way. I’ll just grab something from the work lounge.”
He didn’t respond for an unusually long time, forcing Cyren to check and see if he hung up. Heavy was quiet, and all she could hear on his end for some seconds was the sound of him driving. Her lips twisted from side to side, unsure of what she should say next.
“Um, hello?” Cyren questioned.
“Yeah, I ain’t hang up. Hold on right quick,” Heavy told her. “Welcome to Popeyes. This is Kali. What can I get started for you?” Those were the next words Cyren heard from the soft-spoken worker over the intercom.
“What’s good, Miss Kali. Let me get a three-piece wing with fries for the side.”
“And for your drink?” she asked.
“What you want to drink?”
Cyren blinked out of the daze she was in to reply. “A strawberry Fanta. Can you make the wings spicy?”
“Yeah. Let me get those wings spicy, please, and a strawberry Fanta. Make sure everything is hot,” Heavy called out. Cyren couldn’t help but smile at his mannerisms.
“Sure thing. Will that be all for you today?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“Okay. I have a three-piece spicy wing dinner with fries and a strawberry pop. Anything else?”
“Nah. That’s it.”
“Okay. I’ll have your total at the window.”
“A’ight, ‘preciate it.”
“My pleasure,” Miss Kali replied.
Cyren knew what he’d done was simple. Having a man order her some food was the bare minimum, but the way Heavy had just done so had her feeling a way. Not only had he taken it upon himself to place her order without asking what she wanted, but he also ignored her statement, telling him it was okay not to.
If she wanted some chicken, that’s what he was getting her. Another nigga would’ve told her okay and to enjoy the rest of her shift. Maybe. Heavy wasn’t other niggas. He was nothing like them, and if Cyren was unsure about him before, she had somewhat of an understanding now.
“Hello,” Heavy said as he pulled up to the window behind a white Malibu with expired temp tags.Two other cars were in front of it.
“Yes, I’m still here.”
“I was just checking. You got all quiet, but I bet that belly growling,” he teased.
Cyren laughed. “Shut up. It is now. How’d you know I’d eat Popeyes?”
“The way you were smashing that chicken the other night, I knew you’d eat this.”
