Living as Four (Polyamory and brown skin)

Do you speak Spanish?

Once we gave our orders and the waiter collected our menus, Netarute and Mira bust out into laughter, and I think I could have seen a corner of Copia's lips turn upwards.

The conversation went into a lull once the food arrived, but there was Copia was staring at me again. What could she possibly be doing? What she trying to set up an elaborate plan to eliminate me from this house? It sounded like something she would do.

But I'd prefer to go straight for the idea where she thinks I'm too attractive to keep her eyes off of me. I raised my eyebrows and tiled my head tot he right. Pursing my lips I groped my breasts twice to see if there was any reaction.

She sneered at me turning her head to Neta again. I pulled my shirt up and turned to Mira. Being overly lovey dovey to her. Willing myself to ignore this person who wants to run me out after 3 seconds.

Things were starting to come together. My theory is that Copia is one of those man hating lesbians who also hated any female who dared look at a real penis. I couldn't help it that I was bi-sexual.

It has worked out well for me in most situations. But fear doesn't give Copia the right to invalidate me as a human being. Brunch was insulting to saw the least. Copia was not as bad as she was in the car, but she was being passive aggressive rude. She was pretending I wasn't there for most of it.

So I talked to Mira for the most part, pestering her about the kinds of clients she has. Who were her favorite and least favorite? Would she ever to animal massage? I squealed with her when she said she would and told her she had to bring me with her if she ever got the chance. Then we talked about plans form next week.

Netarute went first, then Mira, then me.

"I have a meeting with Giovanni in Wuthering suites for a meeting about shoot with birds. I and supposed to be fully nude and painted as if I were a bird-"

"Katiyah, do you speak Spanish?" Copia interrupted.  

I rolled my eyes over to Copia, looking her face smiling like the Cheshire cat completely innocent but it hiding a rat in the back of its throat,

"One you just cut me off. Rude. and two do you know how random of a question that is?" What I didn't say was, 'it almost sounds as if your going to be more rude to me in a different language, do you really want to be known as the most disrespectful person in California. Its not a good look.

"I'm sorry, how rude of me. I am just trying to look out for you though If there's one thing you should know in L.A., its Spanish."

"Well I'll see if I have time for the Duolingo app in my life. Since your being so gracious and care about my safety as a monolingual speaker."

"No perteneces aquí, conoce tu lugar." (You don't belong here, know your place.)

My eyes widened for a second. "What did you just say?"

"I said 'I'll help you while your here, any time.' in Spanish," Copia replied with a teeth revealing smirk.

I turned to Netarute for help, but she never got any words out. Her bottom lip trembled in shock and indecision flashed through her eyes as she glanced from me to Copia. I clenched my fists. Heat filled my belly and a roar of anger filled my head, and so I acted on it. 

I dropped the fork I was holding and it clattered to the plate, then I grabbed a napkin and threw it in the middle of table sitting up, Meeting all their eyes, and pointing one finger at Copia, I said, "are you feeling lonely from the lack of attention Copia, or have fumes gone into your head" And I walked away.