Losers In Love ❁ d.j.h

• chapter three •

646-3551.

That was the number scribbled on the back of a scratch off that Dinah Jane wrote down for Normani. The same number the brunette stared back at as she stood outside of Moxie Multiplex.

A fucking movie. What was she, fifteen? She couldn't believe she agreed to this. What if this wasn't a real offer? Maybe she was back in middle school and it was a joke again. Or there was a bet going around between Dinah and those guys. Why did Normani find it so hard to believe her offer was real?

She looked around the area of the movie theater. Groups of kids and families were bustling with joy and stories as they passed her to head inside. And here she was, in a pair of ripped high waisted blue jeans and a white blouse, waiting. She kicked her pair of low top white converse at the ground. In tandem with the movement, her braids fell forward.

"Hey." A familiar voice drawled. Normani looked to see Dinah walking up. Her outfit was decent. Black cargos, red hoodie, and a matching pair of Nikes.

She scanned Normani's body with an innocent smile. Her eyes stopped at her hair.

"Did you always have that?"

The brunette raised her eyebrow, hoping she wasn't referring to the braids she just got done a few days ago. "The braids?"

"No, the blonde patch. Isn't it called a skunk stripe?"

The black woman's lips drew into a small 'o' with a nod. She forgot that a few of her braids were blonde to match the bleached patch of hair. "Yeah, I've had it for a few months now."

"I like it." Dinah turned to the person in the booth in front of the movie theater. "So, you ready? Because I want popcorn and a slushee."

Normani couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Yeah, come on."

Together, the two made their way to the kiosk, buying tickets to some random action movie after a small debate. Normani attempted to pay for her own ticket but DJ pushed her hand down, slithering a twenty through the glass. The brunette bit back a smile but the blonde didn't even seem to notice. This must be normal for her. She took the tickets and nodded a thank you before handing one to the shorter woman.

"Thank you."

"I got you." Dinah held the door to the theater. "We're getting popcorn, right? Because I was serious. I want caramel."

"Ew, caramel?" Normani scrunched up her face. "Butter is better."

Dinah mocked her tone. "Butter is basic. Do you not have a sweet tooth?"

"No, I don't."

The blonde shrugged, looking down at Normani as they stood in the concession line. "Well, I do. Got three cavities to prove it."

"That's not a good thing. I'm sure your dentist is making a band off of you alone."

The blonde laughed. "I hope so. We all gotta get it somewhere."

As the two bantered back and forth from the stand to the theater itself, Kordei felt her anxiety dissipate. Not only was Dinah Jane funny, but she was easy to talk to. Not once did she feel any pressure to be romantic or make a fool of herself. If anything, it felt like chilling with a friend. A really pretty friend whose cologne she couldn't pinpoint, but did wonders for her senses. She felt giddy when the two stepped into the theater and Dinah leaned in to whisper to her about seats.