Xyla
"You're feeling a way today." Missy said eyeing me suspiciously.
"Oh stop it." I said before playfully hitting her with the towel in my hands.
"No seriously. I've never seen someone make doing dishes seem like such a joyous activity." She said handing me a wet dish to dry.
"Damn I can't smile. Jeez." I said placing the dish in a rack and wiping my hands against my apron before leaning my bum against the large sink. Almost allowing thoughts of the night before to cause me to smile again.
"You see that's what the fuck I'm talking about." Missy snapped turning off the water and facing me. "You met somebody didn't you?" She asked accusatorily. Guess I wasn't smiling to myself after all. I rolled my eyes in response. "Ow! I knew it!" She yelled slapping her hands around my shoulders before jumping up and down in excitement.
"Missy!" I forced through clenched teeth hoping she hadn't been heard beyond the kitchen.
"Oh my god! What's he like? Is he tall? Is he funny? Is he fine?" She quizzed not allowing time for me to respond. "What's the dick like? Was it good? Is it curved?" She continued causing my eyes to bulge.
"Missy shush.." I said placing my hands on her shoulders.
"What?! I wanna know!" She whined before stomping. And poking her lip out in a childish manor.
"He's ... different." I said causing her face to fall flat. She waved her hand in the air for me to continue. "He's tall. He wasn't very funny at all actually ... He is fine." I admitted nodding my head for emphasis. "And as far as his sex game goes ... I wouldn't know." I said honestly.
"You mean to tell me he's got you walking around here smiling like this and ya'll haven't even boned yet. Jeez the nigga must be fine." She said turning away and heading toward the breakroom. "I hate to see what happens after he finally pipes you!" She yelled just near the door way to the bar causing me to run up behind her on my tip toes.
"Shush!" I forced through clenched teeth.
"Stop shushing me!" She yelled turning away from the time clock and toward me.
"Okay. Okay." I said in a calming tone. Pulling at the corners of the collar of her jacket as she pulled it on. Rubbing the back of my hand against her cheek and pinching her chin. Causing her to smile before I headed over to gather my own things.
"Where's your car?" Missy quizzed as we headed into the parking lot.
My eyes darted around for a moment. "Umm Quincy offered to have it looked at for me. It's been running hot. So he had me drop it off at a shop earlier today. He's supposed to be here any minute." I said less than sure of the things that had just left my mouth.
"Oh wow." Was all Missy allowed to leave her lips. Her thoughts probably something more like. "You left your car in the hands of a nigga you barely know. Are you stupid or dumb? Stupid dumb perhaps!" But she'd never say it aloud. But I knew her too well to think differently. "Where's Xavier?" She asked zipping her jacket.
"He's spending the night with a friend." I said nonchalantly. Causing Missy to step in front of me and place the back of her hand against my forehead as if I had a fever. "Stop." I whined pushing her arm away before zipping up my own jacket.
"Are you feeling okay?" She quizzed gazing deeply into my eyes in concern.
"I'm fine." I said leaning over and looking out into the empty street in search of my car.
