Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

6

"I'd like to see you try." Lisa challenges.

She really thinks I wouldn't hurt her... ha!

I aim the bat at her, pose ready to strike, but takes two steps backwards so I miss her head by an inch. She raises her hands in surrender. "You're always so violent. I come in peace, I swear."

"And you may end up in pieces if you don't tell me what you are doing at my front door and how you knew my house address."

"Fine. I'll explain everything, just let me in."

"Leave your shoes outside."

She comes in and observes her surroundings, taking in the furniture, the decor and the walls. I notice that she is paying very close attention to the pictures on the center table in the living room. A look of longing appears on her face and it made me wonder what her family background looked like but I don't want to be rude and pry into something that doesn't concern me.

"So, would you like coffee, water, or orange juice?" I ask from the kitchen while she sat on the couch.

"Water please."

I get her a bottled water from the freezer and place it on her lap. "Is it poisoned?" She asks whilst shaking the bottle and turning it upside down.

Idiot!

"If I wanted to poison you," I say with an eye roll. "I would have done so at the diner, but I didn't. The bottle is sealed so you're good."

She unscrews the cap carefully and takes small sips of the water, watching me carefully with a skeptical look.

Unbelievable!

"So you said you were going to explain. I'm waiting for answers."

"You're so impatient."

"Do you want your head to get hit with a baseball bat? Trust me, this time I wouldn't miss."

"Fine. So when you left, I couldn't find my car at the spot where I parked it. I tried tracking it on my phone but I'm guessing it was stolen cause I couldn't trace it. Long story short, I ended up being lost and walking in circles till I remembered that you mentioned that you lived in the area. How I got your actual address? I ended up knocking on people's doors and asking about you."

"I never thought I'd live to see the day you'd ask about me. I feel honored." I tease lightly. She gives me a small smile, tugging at the pocket of her joggers. "Why would you bring a Bugatti Veyron to a shady ass neighborhood and expect that you'd meet it at the same spot you parked it at?"

"I didn't even bring the Bugatti this time," She protests. "It was a Ferrari 288 GTO."

My jaw drops open. "You have a GTO?"

I love that car. Seriously, I can trade my kidney, right here, right now, just to lay my hands on that sweet, vintage baby. Buying it is on the list of things I would purchase once I become Jeff Bezos.

She let that car get stolen just like that.

"I had, Kim." She corrects. "I had a GTO until it was stolen. How am I meant to get home?"

"You could always walk," I tease. "How could you let that sweet car get stolen though?"

"You're into cars?"

"No, but I'm into Ferraris and I want to throttle you for even bringing it here in the first place."

"The Bugatti was out of commission, so excuse me for taking the next best alternative."

"Y'all don't own like a Honda Civic or Toyota in your mansion?"

She stares at me confusedly. "What's a Toyota?"