A Waiting Game

Ms. Understanding......

Tristan POV:

These past few days been weird af in the department.  For one, Lem had barely said two words to me outside of things pertaining directly work.  It was like he was mad or had an attitude with me but I have no idea why.  We were literally just flirting a week ago, now he only talks to me if he needs to.  Ima figure it out but I just don't know what to say to address it. 

Tika been acting the strangest though.  The other day I noticed some bruises on her shoulder while we were in her car on lunch and she lied and told me it was just a rash.  My mannish ass know what hickeys look like though.  Now I understand why she been giving me the run around.  It's just crazy how she did all that big talking and acting like she ain't want me talking to or looking at nobody else, but here she is doing the same thing she made a scene about at game night. 

It's whatever though, I figured she was dealing with at least another nigga if not a couple.  She bad af and she single so she can technically do her, I just wish she would've been upfront and not wasted my time letting me start really feeling her.  I mean I did fuck around with Lem so I guess this just makes us even.  Now I feel like I've lost both of them since Lem clearly not fucking with me at the moment.

My mind was going so many places that I hadn't even been paying attention to the fact that I had made it to the back of the pick mod where I needed to grab a few items to complete orders back in my department.  This picking shit was cool though, you can work solo at your own pace and not have to worry about dealing with coworkers and they bullshit.  I was still in the same department, but they had chosen a few of us to pick while the others unloaded. 

It was crazy how big this place was, one of the managers said the building was 1,000,000 square feet but I see where it all went now.  In the 5 months I've been here, I've never came back to this part.  They even had a whole other set of offices and bathrooms and a break room back here which was perfect because I had to piss like a horse right about now. 

I parked my cart in a ducked off spot and locked the wheels to keep anybody from stealing my shit cause niggas up here apparently don't know that a parked cart with merchandise on it means somebody's using it.  I started walking kind of fast to the restroom before I pissed on myself.  As I was pushing the door open though I noticed a window on the door to the break room.  I saw a couple of people in there hugged up but didn't pay it any mind cause it ain't my business. 

"Ooh SHIT!"  I shouted as I relieved myself.  I don't know what it is about finally keeping when you been holding it for hella long, but that shit feel good as fuck.  Like the piss just scratching an itch inside your dick on its way out.  I don't know.

I finish whizzing and do a few shakes to get the last couple drops, then I pulled a baby wipe out my pocket and made sure my tip was clean and fresh, then washed my hands and headed out of the bathroom. 

This time though, when I looked back in the break room, I was met with a sight that not only pissed me off, but hurt my feelings at the same time. 

"What the fuck is this bullshit?"  I asked myself quietly while watching them dry hump and kids each other like this wasn't a public space where they both worked.  I gotta give it to them, they bold af.  I was about to bust through the door and confront them but I decided to not say anything for the time being.  I'm not letting this shit fuck up my bag.

I hurried away from the window before they horny asses could notice me and went to get the items I came for before heading back to the department.  I was feeling even crazier now just thinking and putting everything together.  It's insane that I had all the pieces to the puzzle the whole time I just couldn't see how they fit.  I did my best to shake it off and straighten my face out before I got back to my work area seeing Lem standing near the op desk.  I hope this nigga not still on this attitude bullshit cause I'm not in the mood right now.