Nobody, is better than the original —Shenellica Bettencourt
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"Oh shit." I never moved so quickly as I did just now, sliding into the booth next to Robyn since her side provided a better view.
Luckily the booth we were tenanting is ducked off in the corner of the restaurant so we had a nice overview of everything, also the ambiance is quite sultry and dark.
I observed as the host led them at their table which fortunately, wasn't too far in distance from ours. If only a bitch had some binoculars.
"Damn. You think they're like, together—together?"
"I'm not entirely sure Robs. I mean, she could just be her friend or a coworker whom she decided to accompany to lunch." Me being me, I wanted to examine the situation from an open minded perspective instead of making assumptions.
"Bitch please. We're best friends and we never hold hands, unless we happen to be maneuvering throughout the club. Also at her Before Christ age, I highly doubt she'll just be holding hands with anyone without reasoning, as well."
I nodded in agreement. In the rear of my mind, I anticipated that I was accurate about them being companions but with the possibility of me being mistaken, all I can consider is Beyoncé feelings. That's what it really trickledown to. Deliberating in confidence, this will most certainly pain Beyoncé, knowing someone she's spent a various amount of time, deposited continuous effort getting to know and embraced openly with her heart, is assuredly playing her like a fiddle.
Sounds like me, but this ain't about me right now.
"Do you think I should—"
"Tell Beyoncé? Hell fuckin' yeah!"
"But that's not my place to intervene."
Perhaps, I was feeling conflicted about this entire circumstance. My first mind is convincing me to proceed with confiding in Beyoncé because I care about her and I—at the very least, owe her that, but another part of me is feeling guilty because I basically threw Beyoncé into Sanaa's arms. Had I realized and cherished the precious gem I had before me, she wouldn't be in the embrace of someone else in the first place.
"Look, you're clearly still in deep love with Beyoncé. You don't even have to voice it, the average person could sense that shit a mile away. You use to apprise how you finally discovered your soulmate and how you didn't seek satisfaction in anyone but her. I'm talkin' strictly tunnel vision. Shit, you even had me pressed thinking I was losing you to her at one point, but I only came to the realization—you verily, found your person.
