Feb. 24 | 15:32
The bell at the top of the door rang as Jemima walked into Kiana's store.
There were a few customers waiting while others were being tend to, whether that be nails, hair, lashes or eyebrows.
Kiana's shop was a more one stop shop where you could get everything done. It was convenient for the customers and also better for Kiana as that meant made more money.
Everyone turned to look at who walked in. The people who knew her gave a warm smile to which she returned.
By now, everyone knew who she was dating, so automatically some of the women were aware of Jemima.
While some were bitter about the relationship, others were very supportive.
And she could tell which were which by the faces she was presented with.
She walked up to the main desk seeing Monae, the receptionist.
"Heyy, I feel like I haven't seen you forever!", Monae hugged her over the counter as they both shared a smile.
"I know, I've just been trying to get used to it out here".
They both held a small conversation before Monae pointed Jemima to the back where Kiana was.
"You got all them girls working in your shop and your just in here with your feet up?", Jemima walked into the back stock room, seeing her sister sat with her feet perched on the small desk.
Kiana was occupied on her phone and every now and then bit out of the Hershey chocolate bar she had in her hand.
Jemima walked up to her, bending down to which Kiana opened her arms, thinking she was going to give her a hug.
Instead, she bit a chunk out of the Cookies and Cream snack and perched herself on top of the desk.
"Hungry, fat bitch", Kiana stared at the girl, who was unbothered and happily chewing the chocolate.
"And I'll be that, the fuck", Jemima waved her hands around as she talked, fixing the lash on her eyes.
Kiana was about to reply with something slick but both girls were cut off by the back door opening.
A man, unknown to Jemima walked in, resulting in her raising her eyebrows.
He held a In and Out bag in his hand, causing Jemima to move her eyeballs around the room as a Who's that for? look.
"Nigga, who the fuck are you?", Jemima said, as no one seemed to speak.
Kiana groaned listening to her sister have an attitude with the man.
For what? She didn't know.
He raised his hands up in surrender, bimbarded with questions from the younger of the two girls, "I ain't want no problems lil mama".
"Lil mama?"
"My boyfriend kill people"
Kiana kissed her teeth, snatching the food bag, "This is my boyfriend, Malcolm. Malcolm, that's my sister, Jemima".
"I thought you said your sister was like six", he raised his eyebrows, in confusion.
"Yeah I do, and then I got another one".
"Y'all ugly", Jemima watched them share a kiss as Malcolm embraced Kiana in his arms, as she sat down on his lap.
Kiana mockingly laughed, "I just know your not talking. Go call Von and bother him or something". She made a shoo action with her hand and Jemima mugged her.
