Hard ToTrust

My Day

9:48am

So today I have to be at Encore at 11:15. I got up, took a shower, handled my other hygiene business and got dressed (in media). I decided to go for a bun today. So, I put my hair in a neat bun and laid my edges. I hopped in my all black Benz and headed on to work. I got to Encore just in time. When I walked in, I saw Malaysia and Trinity. Malaysia was at the front desk and Trinity was helping a customer.

"Ooh, girl. I thought you'd never come. These bitches in here trying me today." Lay said through gritted teeth. I laughed.

"Child, who was it today?" I ask.

"That new foreign bitch. I told Melissa not to hire that hoe." She mumbled, eyeing Rucci (Roo- chee), the new employee. I chuckled.

"Lay, leave that girl alone. She ain't did nothing to you."

"Honey child, you just don't know what she's done. First, I was over here just minding my own damn business, mind you, this my fucking station when you not here. So, I'm over here talking to TRIN not RUCCI and she gon' talk about some, 'You know, it isn't polite to whisper when you have other people around.' Like bitch nobody asked you to bring sloppy broke down  ass over here in the first place. Then, she gon' say, 'So if there's a pro'lem, let it be known, we got a pro'lem.' Like take yo thirsty ass ratchet ass busted up wanna be Joseline Hernandez ass on somewhere fo' I beat dat ass." I laughed so hard, I started crying. It was always funny when Malaysia mimicked people.

"Damn, you a fool, bitch." I say, laughing. She joined in.

"I'm for real. She betta stand by, watch ha surroundings, shit."

Just then, Trinity came over.

"Yo, real talk that Rucci chick need to quit trying my patience. I'd hate to have to cut a bitch."

"Damn, am I the only one that don't see the rude side of her?"

"Uh, yeen gotta see her every damn day." Trinity said.

"Girl, you betta tell her, shit. That hoe work my nerves."

"Y'all stop it." I say, laughing. Just then, some fine ass man walked in.

"Damn ain't he fine?" Trinity whispered.

"Yeen never lied, girl." Lay agreed.

I just chuckled.

"Hi, sir. How may I help you?" I say with a smile.

"Uh, yes I was looking for a nice shirt?"

I semi-flirtatiously chuckled.

"Really, sir? A shirt?"

"Yeah, a nigga- I mean a man can't get a shirt from here?"

"Well, as you can see, there's nothing in here for men, unless you're yanno, on the flip-"

"Oh, no. I'm straight baby girl."

"Oh..." I smiled and stared for a while.

He cleared his throat and smiled.

"Oh, right. Um, anything else I can assist you with? Maybe a hat, we have some nice bucket-"

"Let me be honest wit ya baby. I really came to see you. I did a lap around the store maybe about 3 times, contemplating on whether I should come and introduce myself. Once I finally found out the best route to take in order to do it, I came over here. So, here I am."

"Wow, I'm flattered."

"Yeah, well.... My name's Mario by the way. Mario Sanchez. You are?"

"I'm Leila. Leila Cannon." I smile.

"Well, it's a pleasure, Leila," He began, "but I don't have much time to stay. I have to get back to the gym to train some more people. But you should give me a call sometime. Maybe I could take you, or maybe we could have a private gym session." He winked as he handed me a piece of paper.

I took it and replied, "Thank you. I'll give you a call."

"Alright. Later, Leila."

"Later, Mario."

"Mm, girl that piece of caramel is sexyyyyy." Trinity said.

"Yeaa, but who got the paper??" I say waving it in her face.

"Mhm, whatever, chick." Trinity says laughing.

I joined in, as did Malaysia."

"Come on, Trinity. Let's go get some food. Aye, girl we going to that Olive Garden. What you want?"

"Chicken Alfredo is fine." I say.

"Okay, bye."

"Bye y'all." I looked at the paper for a minute before placing it in my pocket and greeting the next customer...