"Why do you want to know?" I placed the phone on loudspeaker and sauntered my way to the kitchen to make my tea.
"Because I want to see you."
There were loud noises on Rion's side. More like breeze and cars whooshing by on a highway. "Why?"
"Because we need to talk. And I miss you."
I rolled my eyes. Missed me? Please. "Don't you miss Simone?"
"Oh, come on Maliah... Why you acting like that? You'll make me think you're actually jealous."
Because I am... I filled the mug with some tap water and tucked the tea bag in the cup.
"What's all that noise?" He asked.
"I'm making tea..."
"Can I have some?"
"No."
"So where are you?"
"Didn't I tell you I was by Anya? Why you still asking?"
"Because I want to see you."
"Do you know the time? And if I tell you, how are you getting here? You can't drive like that."
"They never said I couldn't drive. But I'll just take a taxi."
Sigh... I wanted to see him but then I didn't. If Rion came to see me, then that only meant we had to talk about the relationship situation. I wasn't ready for that. Well, at least not yet.
"Helloooo... Are you there?"
"Yes."
"Do you really want me to beg?"
"I have to go finish make my tea. I will float you the address when I'm finished."
"Really?"
"Good bye." I hung up and peered at the phone on the table. What the heck was I doing? I waited until the kettle whistled to steep the tea and then messaged Rion the address.
Six minutes into my sipping marathon, a message came through from Rion saying that he was outside. "Shoot!" I almost flipped off the couch spilling the sweet tea. I laid the cup on the table and rushed into my room to wear something a bit more appropriate. I was clad in a sports bra and a yoga shorts.
I opened the front door hitting something, "You--" What the heck... Rion was already up the steps and standing directly in front the door.
"Hi."
"Don't hi me. You're a creep for being in front the door like that."
"You were taking long... You look nice. and smell nice."
I smiled. I had thrown on a red tube top with a white Capri pants. I sprayed perfume, of course, because I hadn't bathe since earlier the morning. We both took a seat on the couch and I resumed sipping my tea.
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