Streetz 2: The Tried

22. The Tried

I woke up extra early this morning with a lot on my mind but all things positive. I took a quick walk around the neighborhood since it was cool out, and when I was ready to eat, I made my way into the kitchen and started up the stove.

I was in the mood for turkey bacon, eggs, and some grits. 

"Oh, look who finally decided to wake up," I lowly chuckled, hearing the squeaks of the steps as Ms. London slowly walked in. She was sporting a long overnight pajama dress or whatever old folks wear. Her hair was wrapped up and covered with a bonnet and she looked like she had a rough night. She probably did, considering she didn't get back till like three this morning.

"What you doing in my kitchen?" She rubbed her forehead, annoyed.

"I'm cookin', want some?"

"You cook?"

"Nah," I shrug, "I'm just playin' on yo stove tryna burn yo house down."

Rolling her eyes, she brushed passed me, setting up the coffee pot in silence. I couldn't help but chuckle, Ariana had her attitude down to a tea.

"Hangover?" 

Ms. London nods her head and looks over at what I'm doing.

"You don't strike me as someone that drinks,"

She sighs and says nothing. Given first impressions, you'd think she was a holier-than-thou saint--someone that went to church three times a week. She was far from that though and she was as honest as they came. I liked that about her.

Letting her figure her life out in silence, I finished cooking breakfast and made us both a plate. I was in a good mood this morning and trying to be hopeful. I was waiting on Cane to give me some news and I was hoping that it would be soon because I had to catch my flight in the morning. So, I needed him to hurry up with whatever he had going on so I could finish whatever this was and make it back to Ari.

Ms. London dug her fork into her eggs and grits and closed her eyes.

She nodded her head, "This is really good."

"Preciate it," I quickly texted Ari back about some groceries. "That nigga came round here lookin' for you,"

"Givens?" She frowned, "This early in the morning?"

"That's what I said, I told him you were sleepin' though. He wants you to call him later."

She waved her hand, "He'll be alright. He knows I sleep in late on the weekends so I don't know why he came here so early like that."

I laughed, "You really don't like him do you?"

"I do," She stood up from the counter to pour herself some coffee, "He can be too much for me at times though."

"He's more into you than you are into him. That's obvious."

"Oh, is that what it is?" She tried to act oblivious, but it was easy to read her ass because I was dating her damn daughter.

"You know that's what it is," I finished my plate, "He seems chill though, a little more on the emotional side but hey, he's goin' through a divorce I don't see why he wouldn't be."

Ms. London chuckles, "You think you know something huh?"

I grabbed her plate and washed both of ours in the sink, "I am 30 after all, it would be embarrassin' not to know nothin'."

She downed her coffee in silence. After I was done with the dishes, I placed them in the dish rack and dried my hands.

"I tell you what, let's make a bet."