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Ciara told the bartender and then walked back to a table full of people, but her chair just happened to be next to a nigga who pulled it out for her. I was mugging they asses so hard Cashmier grabbed me by my chin and made me face her direction.
“Baby, you good?”
“Yeah.”
I had to swallow the frog in my throat from pure anger. Who the fuck was she out here with and why the fuck was she looking this good sitting next to another nigga. I know it is her birthday but fuck that shit. I’m supposed to be the one pulling out her chair and shit today. I don’t give a fuck who this nigga is, he got to get the fuck from around her.
“Will you two be getting any food today.”
“Yes, I want the empanadas and some mac and cheese. Babe you?”
Cashmier asked, but I couldn’t stop looking in Ciara’s direction.
“Babe? What do you want?”
“Nothing, I’m cool.”
I tried brushing them off.
“Cool how? You said you were starving on the way here.”
“Just get me whatever you get. But to go.”
“Why baby? I thought we were going to eat here? The place we are staying at now is like fifteen minutes away from here. Our food will get cold.”
“That’s what the air fryer and microwave and shit is for. I have to go handle some shit. I’m sorry, but you know how it is.” I glanced back at the table again making Cashmier look back to Ciara’s table this time
“Oh, shit.”
She said out loud, turning back towards the bar.
“Oh, shit what?”
“I think. I need. To throw up.”
She covered her mouth and ran into the restroom up near the bar. As soon as she left, I pulled out my phone and text Ciara but before I could send the message, she was back up by the bar, making another request that I couldn’t hear. Why the fuck was she having to steadily come up here when all of them muthafuckas sitting with her. That’s unless she wanted to be seen by me because she too had something to say.
“Ay.”
I reached over and grabbed her elbow.
“Yes.”
She rolled her eyes, stepping away from my grip.
“Don’t step away from me. Who the fuck is that nigga you sitting by over there?”
She looked over her shoulder.
“He’s a friend. I don’t have to ask you who you’re up here with though. I know who it is. The girlfriend you said you were done with.”
“I am done with her, but some shit came up and I have to let her ass down easy, alright?”
“Whatever you two have going on. Please just leave me out of it. I’m trying to enjoy my birthday. Now if you will excuse me.”
She walked away from me, and I had the urge to stop her by her arm, that dress, or even by her hair to keep her from walking away, but at the same time I know I can’t handle her like that. Ciara didn’t seem like the type to take that shit lite.
I need Cashmier and that food to hurry the fuck up before I nut up in this bitch and have this entire establishment roped off for investigation.
