It's Still You.

02.

Cairo.
I sat in my crib, waiting on my tat man to get to there when my phone dinged, lowering my music.
I looked to the side and saw an unknown number had texted me.
Hey.
For a second I was confused, but then I remembered shorty from the store.
Wassup ma.
I texted back and set my phone down as my doorbell rung. I took my headphones out and started down the stairs.
I got to the front door and saw my mans there. I dapped him and we got straight to business. I was a tat fiend. My body was covered and I was still adding on.
My phone dinged again and I grabbed it.
I just wanted to thank you. You know for the money and stuff. I was pretty rude and you didn't have to do that so I appreciate it.
This was real different from the chick who cussed me out and told me off at the store. I knew it wasn't nothing a li'l money and some good dick couldn't fix.
It's all good babygirl. You need to work on that mouf tho. Shit go crazy lol
In all honesty, that attitude got a nigga wanting more. Make me wanna know how she taste. Somebody that reckless gotta have GREAT pussy. I'm talking eat that shit the first night pussy.
My phone vibrated, indicating a text back.
lol yeen the first nigga to tell me that shit and you won't be the last. You nor the next nigga run me.
I just wanna know if she got all this mouth on the dick.

Ryan.
I shook my head, chuckling. This nigga was a trip and I knew it ALREADY.
He's told me to shut the fuck up and fix my mouth within hours.
I bet that stroke game so proper though. I thought to myself. He was tall, built kind of thick but you can tell he worked out, and light skin with tattoos.
Just how I liked my men.
The way he spoke to me made my insides curl and I was ready to see him again.
Wyd ?
I was horny. Cashmere was right. I might have to dust it off, she was a little rusty. Six months is a LONG ASS TIME when your sex drive is through the roof pretty much all day, wherever.
He responded ; Just finished up getting some new ink , you?
I'm hungry , you tryna eat ?
My text definitely had double meaning and either way he took it , I'd run with.
My phone chimed .
You go from cussing niggas out to asking them on dates on da regular ?
I chuckled.
Only the ones that look like you.

Cairo.
I looked at my phone, surprised. A few hours ago, she couldn't stand me.
I laughed and wiped my hand down my face and texted back.
Touché. Yeah , I can eat. Where to ?
I saw dots pop up on the screen immediately. She texted me back Hooters. I was game. That was one of my favorite spots anyway. Good wings and fine bitches. Can't go wrong there.
I got up and took a quick shower before changing my fit.
I threw on nothing in particular and grabbed a blunt, lighting it before walking out to my car.

I turned my car on and connected my phone.
Pandora played Nas as I pulled out of my driveway.
I bobbed my head, not really listening. After a while my phone started ringing.
I seen my nigga Boogie calling me. I picked up.
"Yoooooo," I yelled.
"YOOOOO," this nigga screamed obnoxiously.
I bust out laughing .
"What you want my gee?" I asked.
"Damn a nigga can't just call and check up on you. Hey Cairo. How you doing? Oh , me? I'm fine. Fucking bitches. Counting money. Getting higghhhhh. Higher than the mufuckin' skyyyyyy." Boogie was a trip, my nigga since grade school. He always had a couple loose screws.
"HELL NAWL. THAT SHIT GAY NIGGA. YOU SOFT." I screamed, playfully.
"Whatever. But check it though. I called to see if you was coming by the trap today? It's some shit to be discussed. Niggas carrying a lot of product out but coming back with not a lot of money. That don't add up. And I can add. Division.. eh. Not so much."
That shit made me tense up. I hated to think one of these niggas I put on was tryna play me to the left 'bout some bread.
"I'm finna go eat something right quick and I'll be roun' that way after." I told Boog.
"Heard. One." He hung up.
The phone call had me in deep thought the rest of the drive but I pushed it to the side as I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.
I peeped baby from the store, standing outside on the phone.
Damn. I thought to myself. I walked up as she ended the phone call. She turned to look at me, running her hands through her hair.

"Hey you." She said, pulling me in for a hug.
It caught me off guard because I'm not one for the touchy feely shit. And also, she had JUST cussed me out some hours ago. I keep mentioning it, but this shits a complete 360.
I hugged her back lightly and thumped her forehead.
"Hey yourself."
We walked in the restaurant and the hostess came, greeting us. Well, me. She never once looked at babygirl beside me.
I could tell she was irked but she shook her head and followed her anyway.
We sat down and I couldn't help but study the woman in front of me.
She had beautiful chocolate skin , big eyes. Real dark. Her hair was curled, falling around her face.
She was gorgeous to say the least.
"It's not polite to stare, or at least that's what my mother taught me." She said, glancing up from her menu with a smirk on her face.
I laughed lightly and shook my head.
"What's your name? I never even got it." She asked me.
"Cairo. Like the city." I boasted. I was proud of my name. It held weight.
"I like it. The presentation was nice too." She cackled.
"Hahaha. Funny. Well what's your name, since mine is so humorous." I asked.
"Ryan. Like the city... in Oklahoma." She laughed.
I was amused. She really thought what she did there was hilarious.
"Whoo! I crack myself up." She took a sip of the drink that was now placed in front of her.
I smiled. She had just as quickly turned her attention from me to the television. I took the time to study her more.

Ryan.
This man was staring at me. AGAIN.
If he wasn't so good looking, I'd be furious.
I acted like I didn't know and watched the TV in front of me above his head.
I hope I don't have any boogers. Did I even check my nose before I left home? Oh my God . He's going to see a booger and leave.
I subconsciously rubbed my nose, and peeked to see if he looked grossed out. Instead, he was looking at me, laughing.
"What? Do I have a booger? Damn. I knew it." I groaned.
He laughed even louder, "no , but your face changed so fast I'm assuming that's what you were thinking about?"
"Yeah, you made me nervous. Staring and shit. I figured there had to be something wrong." I said.
"Nawl, I just think you beautiful ma." He said as he shrugged his shoulders and sat back in the booth.
For the first time in my life, I got tongue tied. I've literally always had something to say in any situation. Since I was a little girl even. But this, this was new. I blushed and turned my head, looking for our waitress.
I heard Cairo chuckle across from me before turning his attention to his phone. 
I looked back at him, studying his tattoos. His face. His bushy eyebrows and pink lips and beard that would look so good covered in my-
Okay. That's enough looking maybe.
I was attracted to this man. He made me want to try new shit. Riding dick on my feet and shit. Real freaky shit. But he also made me want to lay around and talk about real shit. Life.
I had just met this guy hours ago and I'm sure it was stuff about him I didn't know. I know it's more beneath the surface. But I wanted to explore that. I wanted to know him.
As I was staring, he looked up and locked eyes with me, licking his lips. He winked and I rolled my eyes. He laughed and said "Man you something serious babygirl. Real serious. I like it though. Suits you. Ima still fuck it out you though." He looked me dead in the eye.
I squeezed my legs together and for the second time that night was speechless.
Lord, this man gon have me all fucked up.
If only I knew. That was the first night. If I'd known what I know now, I'd have gotten up then. Got into my car, drove away and never looked back. But I didn't. I stayed and thus took the first step into the disaster that I now call my life with Cairo.