Quavo's Trip To Cuba

Speaking Of

Three Days Later

Cuba

"Well, yeah girl it was a nice trip. Sad, of course. I miss my little brother but I'm making it." I said with pity as I worked on my clients head. I've been running back & forth from the shop to the stores getting last minute things for Indya's birthday party. I'm exhausted and ready for the party to be over. She only turning four, she's not gonna remember this later in life anyway.

"You can barely tell that you're hurting girl. Plus your man is in prison. You're so strong." She said back, which made me snap out of my thoughts. My man.

"Speaking of my man, lemme check my phone, hold on." I said as I stuck the comb I was holding into her thick hair. I walked to the other side of my hair salon grabbing my phone out of my coat pocket that was hanging up. I pressed it & it revealed an empty lock screen. I sighed loudly before shoving my phone into my back pocket & walking back to my client.

"Still no call?" My coworker Shantell asked.

"Still no call. They must be on lockdown or something. Qua usually calls every single day. We haven't skipped a day since he got there. I'm worried."

"Don't be worried girl. All them inmates and those little bit of phones. He's alright."

"That's not the point. I don't care if he's alright, I'm not alright cause I haven't talked to him. And it's not like I can call up there, so I don't know what to do." I said. She silently nodded as I walked back over to my client & took the comb out of her hair.

"You can always find out when you go up there." Shantell said.

"I know. I'm taking Indya up there tomorrow. She wanna see him as a birthday present." I said as I rolled my eyes.

"Aww that's so cute." She said with a grin. I smiled back at her. I turned towards my station taking my flat iron out & plugging it in. I ran my comb through my clients hair before sectioning it.

"I'm gonna go outside for a few while this flat iron heats up, ok?" I said to her. She nodded with a 'mhm' in response. I opened a drawer taking out a bag of weed & backwoods. I walked to the back door & stepped outside, slightly shivering at the chilliness, but too lazy to go back in & get my jacket.

I sat on the AC system & began to roll myself a blunt. The weed smell blew into my face making me smile slightly. Once the blunt was rolled I lit it & took a long drag. Though, the taste was bittersweet, knowing this is something Qua & I liked to do together, especially right after fucking. I laughed to myself before taking another hit. All of a sudden, my phone began to ring in my pocket. I hurriedly reached for it, hoping that it was my baby. But I was disappointed seeing that it was an unknown number, from California. I scrunched my face up before hitting the accept button & bringing the phone up to my face.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hello, am I speaking with Cuba Parker?" A lady with a thick New York accent said.

"Yes this is."

"Hi Cuba this is Nicki Minaj, I was down in Atlanta about a month ago & I was referred to you by some chick named Molly that was following me all around Lenox. But anyway I looked you up & I saw that you were a graduate of Keanu and I saw that you were the top of your class. They had your work on the website and I was really impressed. Long story short, I would like to know if you would like to come down to California to be my full time personal hair stylist."

I stared blankly ahead with a smug look on my face, before looking down at my blunt then smacking my lips.

"If this is one of Molly's friends y'all better stop playing on my damn phone."