I laughed at Jai as she got mad because I took a bite of her grits.
"I don't know where your mouth been August!"
"It's been on you girl!" She stale faced me and I laughed. I turned to one of my head workers, Big T, and motioned him over.
"Can you go get da' lady some more grits please?."
"I don't need anymore grits. I just want you to stop eating mine." She turned and looked at Big T. "I'm good thank you."He nodded at her and took his position again in front of the booth.
I sipped my orange juice. "He actually listened to you." I said impressed.
She looked at me confused. "He wasn't suppose to?"
"Well.. da' last female I introduced him to he tripped so."
She spit out some of her drink and hurried to cover her mouth while I laughed loud.
"Like tripped her, tripped her? with his feet?" She asked as she grabbed some napkins.
I couldn't help but laugh because it seemed like all of a sudden she had gotten scared.
"Yes tripped her, tripped her."
The rest of the time being there Jai kept tryna slick talk to Big T so they would become friends and he wouldn't trip her and I found it hilarious.
While we were fixing to get up and leave Big T came and whispered something to me and so I turned to Jai.
"You ready to shake da' spot or nah ma'?"
She nodded at me before grabbin' her things. "Yo T, if she act up you got me right?"
She looked at me before hitting my shoulder and laughing.
"You're an asshole man." She said while looking down at her hands.
Instead of responding, I smiled at her and opened the door for her before she walked out bumping into this girl I know named Jas.
"Hmph." Jas said as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked past Jai. When she got to me we made eye contact and she licked her lips at me before grabbing my manhood. I tensed up and managed to brush past her looking at Jai who was looking at me.
We had finally made our way to the car and got in.
"A groupie?" She had finally asked.
"Nah' , just somebody I fucked with back den."
She nodded her head and began to stare out the window without making the conversation go any farther than what it had already went.
I looked down as her foot shook 90 miles per hour and I happened to look down at the black pair of balenciagas on her feet.
"I like those shoes ma'. What made you wear dem with ya outfit?"
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