“Yeah, it’s Lauryn’s birthday.”
“Lauryn? Like Mark’s sister?”
“Yeah, so all my girls are here with they niggas.”
“Word? And where your nigga at?” I inquired.
“Why I gotta have a nigga to come on vacation?”
“You don’t, I’m just saying you don’t strike me as the type to vacation alone, that’s all.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s a long story, but all you need to know is I ain’t got one to be worried about.”
I bobbed my head. “Mmm, it makes sense now.”
Her feathery eyelashes fluttered in annoyance. “What?”
“That’s why you were so mad when I got here. You were supposed to be here with another nigga, huh?”
Her brows knotted. “I’m too fucked-up for this. Just mind your business, nigga.”
I chuckled at her fine flustered ass. “Yeah, aight. You ain’t gotta admit it, it’s cool.”
“Can you just shut up and help me?”
“Help you with what?”
“Listen, I—I can’t be this fucked-up for the rest of the day. We’re supposed to be going out tonight.”
“Your lightweight ass need to get some food in you to soak all that shit up and then take a long ass nap,” I advised. “If you do that, you’ll be straight.”
“Can you order me something?”
“I was coming in here to order something for myself, so I got you. You go on and take your ass in the room.”
“Okay, thanks,” she said, turning to leave and then doing a 180-degree turn. “Oh, before I forget, Lauryn wanted me to tell you to come out to the club tonight with everybody if you want, but no pressure.”
“I wasn’t gon’ do shit but chill anyway, so as long as it’s lowkey that’s cool. I’ll come.”
When the food arrived, I took it over to her room and knocked on her door. “Cassidy? Aye, yo, Cass? Food is here.”
After waiting a few seconds for a response, I opened the door to see her sprawled out across her bed still in her bikini, with all that ass hanging out the bottom. For a minute, I debated on whether to cover her up or enjoy the view. Instead, I walked over to her gently shook her shoulder.
“Yo, Cassidy. Your food is here. Where you want me to leave it?”
Her hazy eyes opened at the sound of my voice. “What did you get me?”
“I ordered you the greasiest shit I could find on the menu. You wanna sit up and eat it now or you want me to put it off to the side somewhere?” I asked.
“Mmm, feed me,” she mumbled as the shadow of her eyelashes swept against her cheeks.
“What?”
“Feed me. Please?” she asked, softening her tone.
“I take it you don’t get fucked-up too often.”
“I’m a security software engineer, what do you think?” She chuckled, pushing hair out of her face.
