Chapter Seven

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Jelani is walking around Whole Foods, pushing her cart as she gently strokes Bunmi's crystal. She's in black overalls, a black hoodie bodysuit, and white sneakers. She is tiptoeing, reaching for a box of cereal when a hand reaches out and grabs it, handing it to her.

"Oh. Thank—what are you doing here?"

"Hello Miss Klaue."

"Miss Jelani."

"My apologies."

"What are you doing here?"

"Grabbing groceries."

"Don't you have people who do that?"

"I could but I like being able to do "normal" people things. I'm still an able body person."

She nods as she puts the cereal in her cart and begins to walk away.

"Wait. Miss Jelani?"

"What T'Challa?"

"May I join you?"

Jelani looks him up and down.

"Fine. Don't be annoying."

T'Challa follows after her with his basket and they walk around, Bunmi collecting her groceries.

"Jelani!"

"Hey!"

She hugs the woman before kissing her cheek in greeting.

"Is this your boyfriend? You didn't say you got a boyfriend!"

"Forgot to mention it," she says with a tight smile.

"He's beautiful. He have a brother?"

"Nope."

"You always snag the pretty ones."

"Yeah but their like sad lost cats at times."

"I prefer panther," T'Challa chimes before giving a soft smile at the look Jelani gives him. He kisses her temple making her blush as  her friend claps.

"Oh how cute! Well I have to run. You still on for Saturday?"

"Assuming work doesn't pop up: yes."

"Okay! See you then!"

They hug and she walks off. Jelani jabs T'Challa in the stomach making him give a pain filled groan.

"Don't you ever kiss me again. Got it?"

T'Challa nods.

"Good. Fuck off."

"Miss Jelani I didn't—"

"Don't," she hisses. "Don't you dare." She storms off and T'Challa looks down, cursing himself.
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"He did what?!" Paul says as he stares at Jelani who is pacing her living room.

"Fucking kissed me! Like we are friends. You men are trash!"

"Who you telling? But I love a dick that will rearrange my guts."

"I felt that."

Paul refills her glass of wine as she sits down.

"I can't believe him."

"Tell Erik. He'll beat his ass."

"Speaking of: has he and Linda...?"

"Nope. Linda seems to despise him now. I really don't know or care."

"I can tell."

Paul chuckles as he sips his glass of wine.

"He does like you though."

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