TONI'S POV
TUESDAY. MARCH 5, 2019.
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We walked into this supermarket and I could tell Baby had something on her mind. There's just some things a woman can't hide and for her, it's her facial expressions. I was stuck between thinking it was a random change in her mood or if she about to start acting funny with me, but I knew something was up.
It's like as soon as we got out the truck, the energy shifted. She not telling me shit. I was low-key hoping she didn't come to the realization that she didn't want anything to do with a nigga for real. I'd be hurt as fuck.
When we walked through the second set of automatic doors, I came up behind her and leaned down to her ear. "You sure you good?" I ask again.
She nodded and grabbed a shopping cart to wipe down, giving me a small smile. I looked in her eyes and they told me something else. "You ain't tryna distance yaself from me after what went down, is you?"
"No baby, it has nothing to do with that. I'm alright. You have nothing to worry about.." She said, grabbing my hand to follow behind her. I took in what she said. It had nothing to do with what I said, meaning it was something else bothering her.
We went straight for the fresh fruit and vegetables set up. She picked up one pack of Pineapples, three packs of Strawberries, blueberries and some unripe bananas before walking over to the vegetables. She grabbed cucumbers, tomatoes and what looked to be kale. She weighed all of them before putting them in some type of bag and I was just watching her. Seeing her grown ass doing grown woman things was doing something to me.
When she was done with that, she sat them in the cart and pushed it away from the set up. "What kind of pasta do you use for your Alfredo? Penne or Fettuccine?"
"Ion know. What's the difference?"
"Fettuccine is long with a flat thickness and Penne is short cylinder-shaped that has angled edges," She explained, turning around and I titled my head. "Still confused?"
I nodded and she chuckled as we stepped into one of the aisles with dry food. It has been a hot minute since I've been inside of a Walmart being that I usually get my shit delivered to me.
We approached a different variety of pasta noodles and she grabbed two boxes, facing me. "Fettuccine. Penne.." She said, holding them up.
I looked between the two and pointed at the Penne one. Now I understood what she meant by short with angles edges..
She tossed two boxes in the cart and pushed it further down the aisle, looking up and down the shelves. I looked around, too and over my shoulder when I felt somebody staring at me. Behind me, not even ten feet away was a white lady with cat food in her cart, slowly approaching our way and had her eyes glued on me. Of course.
I sucked my teeth and turned around, leaning against the shelf as Janet looked over Alfredo sauces. She grabbed the Prego brand and twisted her face. "You prefer this or homemade?"
I shrugged. "It don't matter," I said. She squinted her eyes a little and put it back. Guess she going with homemade.
When I heard that woman's cart come a little closer, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This was one of the reasons why I stopped going out and started getting my shit delivered. White people, especially the women, don't know how to mind their fucking business. I'm too short-tempered for their bullshit.
