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Onika Maraj Breakfast Café
October 25
As I sat across from Kehlani, her eyes locked onto me, a mix of concern and frustration brewing behind her gaze. I took a slow sip of my coffee, hoping to delay the inevitable conversation.
"You wanna tell me why you haven't seen me in two weeks?" Her voice cut through the awkward silence between us. I swallowed and tried to muster a quick excuse.
"Work," I said, my tone flat, hoping it would be enough to brush her off.
But Kehlani didn't let up.
"Bitch, you work Monday through Friday. Try that bullshit with somebody else," she shot back.
I sighed, knowing I couldn't keep dodging her.
"Keh, I just needed to be alone," I admitted, looking down into my cup.
She was quiet for a moment, and I could feel her eyes on me. Before I could react, she leaned across the table and pulled down my lip. I jerked back, trying to stop her, but it was too late.
She saw the cut, the evidence I'd been trying to hide.
"Just as I thought," she muttered.
I clenched my jaw, the weight of her concern pressing down on me. "Not today, please?" I pleaded, my voice quieter now.
Kehlani's face hardened, but I could see the cracks in her tough exterior.
"When?" she asked, her voice trembling. "When you're in a hospital bed or casket?"
I flinched at her words. "That's not going to happen," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
"You need to come stay with me," she urged, her voice softening, but I shook my head.
"He'll just find me," I mumbled, my eyes darting around the café, avoiding her gaze.
Kehlani's frustration bubbled up again. "And you don't see how you sound, come find you?"
I sighed, feeling cornered by both her concern and my own fear. My eyes wandered to the counter, and I noticed the girl behind it staring at me.
My face scrunched in irritation.
"That bitch keeps looking at me," I muttered.
Kehlani, never one to miss a beat, smirked. "Maybe she wanna eat your pussy like I do."
I shot her a look. "Can you just stop being gay for one second?"
Her smile widened. "That's like telling me to stop breathing. Can't do that, boo."
"Please, shutup" I laughed.
I laughed her off, but Kehlani wasn't having it. She leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her hair, clearly frustrated.
