Kiya p.o.v
That was hella awkward..I turned back around on the stairs
Mr Jones: well
Me: he said he's "busy"
Mr Jones: busy my ass I need that rent money
Me: here
I gave him the rent money from everyone else
Me: that should cover some of-
Mr Jones: (counting money) mhm
Me: mhm
I continued to walk passed him into the restaurant
Chef Marc: welcome welcome
Mr Jones: ew look at this dump
Me: don't judge what's on my land
He rolled his eyes
Me: Marc give this nigga some food
Chef Marc: yes boss lady
I started to text tinashe
T: hey
K: hey what's wrong with ya boy
T: who
K: ya know August
T: i dont know I don't know mess with him
K: okay
Me: she's such a liar
Imma get to the bottom of this cause chancellor is acting mad funny
Mr Jones: is everything alright over there
Me: (looks back at phone)
Me: everything is wonderful (fake smiles)
Mr Jones: okay
Chef Marc: okay
Me: (mumbles) hiding something for what
Kiya just asked her the truth
I can't cause she'll be mad
Or
I could bust they asses but then i-
August: Kiya! You wanted something
Me: huh yeah..your rent money
He gave it to me and left out
Mr Jones: why did that guy have a black eye
I shrugged..this shit is short
End p.o.v
