Megan
It's my turn to get coffee for the department.
Wallace decided to come with.
He's my work partner. We split the work in our cases and it's easier to cover ground. He's a chill guy with occasional creepy moments. He doesn't do anything to me, but I still hate him. Feels like having to haul a little brother around.
Since I don't care for him it's pretty easy to keep things platonic.
Ironically, I decided to take a job at the local police department as a forensic scientist, after what was the prison fiasco. Got myself right back with the law.
I guess it makes me drive a lot harder to find the truth. Now that I know what prison is like. I would hate to be sloppy with my job and have someone incarcerated unjustly.
I walk into the front door in my navy blue pantsuit that kinda makes my ass jiggle with each step. I feel a few stares but I don't give them any mind. If anything, I just want the damn coffees so I can go.
I feel Wallace's eyes on my ass an instantly I'm even more uncomfortable.
"Hello, is it the police department?" The barista asks as she comes to the counter in front of me.
"Yes."
She nods and quickly runs our orders up, "I'll be back."
I stand to the side and fidget with my nails a bit. I'm not satisfied with life, I'm providing for myself in all areas but still unhappy.
After seeing Beyoncé in the grocery store, it just added to my feelings.
3 years I haven't seen that woman and I miss her like I've known her for about a lifetime.
Wallace clicks his tongue in front of me and tries to get closer. I shove him away.
"So mean." He plays around and shoves me back.
I sigh, roll my eyes, and walk towards the front entrance of the store. He has me fucked if he thinks he's gonna choose now to do anything.
Right as I stand next to the door I see honey blonde hair nearly get blown into my face.
Beyoncé.
We didn't speak much past a greeting at the grocery store, but something is pushing me to speak now. I was just in shock when I saw her. Honestly, nothing could've prepared me for how it felt to just see her at all.
I'd been crying about her the night before, wishing I was in prison so she would be next to me at least. Remembered that night I sat on her bed and she reassured me. Supporting each other as best we could in our situation.
I mean her case worked out. That's all I prayed for when I got out.
She looks back at me and smiles with a raised brow.
It's also refreshing to see her again.
"Hey." I speak up.
"Hey." She responds. "Let me order, I'll be back. Promise."
I nod. I watch her order and I perk up my posture against the wall.
"Ight, I'm back." She says with a huff. "How are you, Meg?"
I can feel she's a lot more relaxed than before when we were at the grocery store. Maybe her mom makes her nervous, maybe she was caught off guard too.
"Good. You?"
"Good." She says with a small smile.
It sends flutters to my chest. I'm unafraid ti show her affect on me with a smirk.
"Um... before the universe starts with some BS, do you want to exchange numbers?" She offers.
I nod quickly like a dumbass and pull out my phone.
She hands me her iPhone and I text myself to save my number.
Beyoncé:
❤️
My phone goes off and I see it.
"Imma put some emoji's on your contact."
I smile, "You real comfortable out here, huh?"
Because she is. Girl almost completely held back in prison.
I don't blame her though, she held her ground pretty well.
"Mmhmm." She says with a small smirk. "Imma put Princess on here just for that."
I fake being offended, "I ain't no princess."
Beyoncé raises her brow and looks me up and down. I bit my lip.
They call her order and she walks up to collect it. As she comes up to me, she forces me to look slightly down at her.
"Text or call me. Seriously, don't be a stranger no mo."
"I will." I say barely above a whisper.
"You better." She leans forward a bit. "Princess."
I'm so fucking glad I'm getting to see her again. It's not daily, but it's something.
I look up to see Wallace looking at me with a smirk. I simply roll my eyes.
"What?" I say with annoyance as he gets closer.
"Hm?"
I straighten my posture, "I ain't speaking no foreign language."
His black ass scratches behind his ear, "Nothin'"
"Mmmhmm."
I think admin was tryna screw me over by partnering up with him. Or maybe they just wanted me to straighten his ass out. Either way, it's inconveniencing me heavily.
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I get out the car with my purse. Since Wallace wanted to be a creep, I let him bring the coffee's in.
I move towards the back of the building and make way to where the detectives and forensic scientists are. It's not necessarily an office, it's just a designated spot for us.
"Coffee's are here." I announce.
People emerge from their cubicles and go towards Wallace.
I sit down and move some folders around. I pull my phone out my pocket and see some notifications. I was kinda anticipating a notification from Beyoncé, but it's understandable, as it's 9:54am. She's probably at work right now.
But for sure, now that I have her, I refuse to let her go again. Period.
3 years. My feelings for her havent wavered. A part of me feels like I'm in a dangerous situation. Yet another part of me feels like it's good to indulge in the feelings.
I grab my coffee that Wallace hands me. He winks while giving it to me and instantly I wait a while to drink it.
