Howard University is...
Not Minyara Cunningham's parents ideal choice for college, but after unforeseen circumstances stops her from continuing her studies at the elite Georgetown University, Minyara is finally able to make a decision in her life wi...
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SUNDAY MORNING - 11:04 A.M.
The sweet aroma of maple syrup and caffeine filled every area of Creme Restaurant and Bar as a variety of brunch dishes occupied most of the tables. The scent that floated throughout the familiarly, cramped brunch spot was not anything new to Minyara and Bridgette though. Creme was the one restaurant where the pair could find common ground when they had ever discussed ideal breakfast food in Washington, D.C..
Keeping that in mind, the both of them decided to make it a weekly ritual to visit this same restaurant on Sundays, so they could always see each other no matter how jammed their schedules were.
As this day slowly dragged by, the pair of friends sat and chatted about all previous week's shenanigans they have encountered while attempting to patiently wait for their food.
The ladies observed the passerbyers as well, seeing that the wait staff attempted to swiftly deliver food to each patron in the building's booth section.
Though they were preoccupied with each other, both girls silently hoped that their dishes next considering they were extremely hungry and the bottomless mimosas were not doing the trick.
"Minny, can we leave? A bitch stomach eatin' her back," Bridgette spoke as if she could not wait to save her life.
Minyara simply gave a dismissive eye roll in return because it seemed as if Bridgette was always complaining about something. Whether it was food, men, school...Bridgette stayed making unnecessary, negative comments.
"We already ordered our food and drinks...it would be pointless to leave now."
"So we should just stay? It seems as if my food stayed its ass in that damn kitchen," Bridgette slightly joked. Bridgette's tone might of inferred that she was joking, but she was dead serious.
"I minus well go cook the shit itself," she fussed as she continued on.
Minyara inwardly cringed as she heard the common grammatical error slip from her friend's rounded lips. Despite the fact that she had known Bridgette for five years of her life, her improperness was just one thing she could never really adjust to.
