Losers In Love ❁ d.j.h

• chapter twenty •

Normani padded her way through the coffee shop doors with one hand in her purse and another gluing her phone to her ear.

"What are you going to tell them?" She asked Dinah on the other end as she walked up to the counter. For a second, she moved the phone to gesture to a nearby barista. "Hey, have you seen Sinead?"

"Who's Sinead?" The blonde asked, mistaking the side question for her and wrinkling her nose.

"My best friend."

"Oh, well tell her I said hi."

"Yeah, I am not doing that."

"Why?"

"She doesn't like you."

"Why doesn't she like me?" Dinah Jane looked through the glass windows of the conference room, watching several people talk around a table without her. "Has she been on Twitter? Maybe it's jealousy." She chuckled, letting her next intrusive thought win. "Maybe it's Maybelline."

The brunette shrugged with a deep exhale as if the tall blonde could see her. "DJ, stop, it's... I don't know, it's complicated."

"Just ask her, how complicated can it be?"

From behind a different set of double doors the young woman herself emerged, her visor set on her head and a determined look on her eyes to search for the customer that requested her. But when her eyes fell on her best friend, her eyes drew low. She walked up to her register, swiping her card to begin a transaction.

"How can I help you?" Her tone was devoid of any emotion as brown eyes stared into Normani's. Sinead's coils were pulled into a high puff that the best friend couldn't help but gravitate to.

"Hold on, DJ," Normani placed her phone on her chest. "Can we talk?"

The brown skinned woman's professionalism never left her tone as she tapped on the till in front of her. "Are you going to buy something?"

"Sinead."

"I'm on the clock."

The brunette made a face, putting the phone back to her ear. "I gotta go. I know. Yeah, I know. You too, talk to you later." She placed the phone in her purse with a sigh. "A matcha latte please."

"What size?"

"Medium."

"Milk?"

"Whole."

"Will that be all?"

"Sinead." She tried again, looking the woman square in the eyes. She didn't want to have to give her a pleading look, but nothing else was working. "Can we talk? Please?"

Sinead maintained eye contact for a few seconds before looking down and tapping a few times. "That'll be $5.44. Your drink will be ready in a few minutes."

She turned on her heel with no other words, leaving Normani to squint her eyes at her retreating back. She fumbled for her wallet. The younger woman slammed a ten dollar bill onto the counter with a frown before going to sit at one of the high chairs by the window. It was windy as hell in Houston. There was no way she was going to spend most of her drink walking to her car and trying not to fall.