“What’s up. Come outside.”
She frowned down at the phone, placing him on speaker. “Huh?”
“If you can, ‘huh,’ you can hear. I’m outside.”
Cyren was utterly confused. “For what, though?”
“You’re a really smart girl. I know you are. You’re too damn pretty to be a dummy.”
She choked on a laugh at his blunt yet sweet words. Only Heavy. “Um, thanks?” She chuckled. “You’re still not telling me why you want me to come outside. We just talked and?—”
“And you told me to call you back, right?” Heavy asked.
“Yes.”
“A’ight then. Bring your ass here. Or I’ma just come in.”
Her head snapped toward the hallway. “No, you’re not.”
“Why not?”
Cyren lowered her voice, instinctively, even though nobody was standing there. “Because… just don’t. I’ll come out.”
Heavy chuckled as she picked her phone up, covered her food, and abandoned it on the counter.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
Cyren rolled her eyes as she walked back down the hallway to her room. “Whatever.”
“Nah. Ain’t no ‘whatever.’ Chu’ hang up in my face for? That was highly disrespectful.”
“Says the man who was gambling in my ear. No one wanted to hear that.”
“Yeah, yeah. You ain’t even stay on the phone long enough to hear some shit. Just whining.”
“So what,” she said, unwrapping her hair. “I see you called back, too.”
“‘Cause your nigga likes to follow rules, Renny Pooh.”
She giggled, covering her mouth. “Renny Pooh? No one hasevercalled me that. What the hell.”
Heavy grinned, although she couldn’t see him. She skipped right over the part about him being hers. Cyren wasn’t falling for that trap.
“Good. That’s my shit. Don’t let nobody use it either.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” she said, laughing.
“Man”—Heavy chuckled—“hurry up. You ate?”
“Don’t rush me. And I was trying to, but you interrupted me.”
At this point, she’d never be able to eat her food. Rubbing some Aquaphor on her lips, Cyren spritzed herself with some body spray. She slipped her feet into a pair of Ugg slides and threw on a jacket.
“We can go get something,” Heavy suggested.
She was fine with that. Cyren opened the front door, closing it quietly behind her. Even though she knew the Ring camera probably already caught him pulling up, something in her still didn’t want to be seen going out there. And she didn’t want Heavy to be seen either. Before he could get out of the driver’s seat, she had rushed down the driveway and toward the passenger door. It was pushed open just as her hand reached for the handle.
“You gon’ make me fuck you up,” Heavy griped once she was inside.
