Furthest Thing

Chapter 4

Drake

A few days had passed since I seen Harmony, but I wasn't worried because we texted all day long. I had left Atlanta the day after to go to Houston for a music video I was featured in, but I planned on going back to Atlanta in two days. But Harmony didn't know, I wanted it to be a surprise.

"So what's up, Drake? You with it?" Wayne asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Huh? What?" I asked, confused.

Nicki chuckled. "He's been so tied up in his new female lately, he can't concentrate."

"Female?" Wayne crossed his arms. "Who is she? And why haven't I met her yet? I thought we was niggas."

I sighed. "Her name is Harmony and she live in Atlanta."

"Stripper?" He asked.

I laughed. "Nah, not this time."

I could see Nicki was mugging from the corner of my eye. "Sounds like a stripper if you ask me."

I ignored her comment. "But you can meet her when I go back in a few days."

He nodded. "Alright, I'll go. Nic, you coming?"

She sat for a second then a devious smirk appeared on her face. "Oh, most definitely."

Harmony

I sat in my big comfortable office chair, admiring the view of downtown Atlanta. I hadn't seen Aubrey in 5 days and it was killing me. I know we aren't that serious yet but he just does something to me.

My phone rang and the Caller I.D. indicated it was Tiffany.

"Hey Tiff." I answered, while playing with my nails.

"Hey doll. What are you doing?" She asked.

I turned my chair back to my desk. "Nothing, just at work, about to go to lunch in about a half hour."

She giggled. "Oh that's great. We can meet because we have a lot to chat about. See you at Panera in a half hour?"

"Of course."

"Good, see ya in a few." She hung up.

I continued to work for 20 minutes before I grabbed my purse and car keys. I went to Arabella's office before leaving.

"Hey, I'm going to lunch. Want something back?"

"Sure, where you going?"

"Panera." I answered.

She shrugged. "Just get my usual then."

"Okay, see you later." I then left and went to Panera. Of course, Tiffany was there early.

"Hi boo." I kissed her cheek and sat across from her.

"Heyyyy My Miss Missy," she smiled, calling me a name we made up in sixth grade. "How are you?"

I sighed. "Good, stressing as I always do. What about you? How's the baby?"

"Girl, he's a bundle of joy. You know he's 8 months now?"

"No! I have to get him one day." I gushed.

She smiled and ordered our food.

"So tell me about Drake, we haven't talked about him in a while." She asked, eating her salad.

I finished chewing my panani before answering her. "He's just amazing. He's so sweet and just so dreamy. I like him more and more every time I talk to him."