What Do You Mean?

Chapter 2

The next morning finds me picking at the last of my scrambled eggs, watching Lyric with close concern as she pops tiny piece after tiny piece of fruit into her mouth.

She's already chewing two when she reaches for another "Eat those first, love. You'll choke."

"No." she argues.

I grab her tiny hand gently to stop her and counter with a single "Yes." then fight the urge to laugh when she creates a mini-standoff by fixing me with a stubborn gaze of defiance.

She finally gives in when I slide the bowl away from her. I wait, and then return it to its place in front of her when she swallows the first pieces.

B strides into the room in nothing but jeans and her bra, missing the entire exchange by a second or two, and carrying a frantic energy with her "Fuck!"

"Bobbi!" I snap, nodding my head in Lyric's direction.

Immediately she looks upset with her slip up. "I'm sorry, baby girl." She sighs, even though Lyric isn't paying an ounce of attention anyway.

"Have you seen an emery board laying around here?" her panic picks up a bit as she digs hurriedly through her purse.

I stare blankly for a moment "What's an emery board?"

"You know, for nails..." she motions as if she's filing her nails to clarify.

"Oh...huh-uh. What for?"

She rolls her eyes "Seriously J? What do you think someone might need a nail file for? Go ahead and take your time, you'll figure it out eventually I'm sure."

"Well aren't you little miss sunshine? I was just asking...no need to be a snot about it."

She tosses her purse back down "I'm stressed about the shoot, you know how I get so just stay in your lane for once."

"Yo, I'm serious, Bobbi. Watch your attitude with me. I didn't do a damn thing to you."

"I know. I'm sorry," she sighs deeply "But like I said, you know how I get."

"Yeah, I know how you get." We're definitely in complete agreement on this subject "Which is another thing, by the way, why do you insist on even doing these shoots if they get you all worked up and stressed like this? It's just dumb."

"Don't start with me, Justin."

"Fine, B. Whatever. Just have hair and makeup file your nails before the shoot. Stupid, non-existent problem solved."

"It's not stupid."

"You're right, b. I don't think I've ever heard of a more tragic tale than the case of the missing emery board. I'll probably start crying over it pretty soon."

"Now who has the attitude?" She raises her eyebrows questioningly with her hands on her hips.

"Still you." I gesture at her outfit, or lack there of "You might want to put a shirt on though, Betty'll be here soon."

"Why? I thought she was going to have the day off. What are you planning on doing?"

"Uh, hello? Going to the shoot with you."