Page 191 of Not My Type
I laugh out. “A that she say?” he gives me a firm nod. “Same way she say it.”
Mama would a affi miss yuh enuh.
“Okay,” I turn my gaze to the window.
“Hair a guh do over?” Nickoi asks. I look at him.
“Um... this still look good enuh,” he looks at me with a weird expression when I say that.
“Nickoi I know it’s my birthday tomorrow and nuff people would a prefer everything fresh but it kinda unnecessary when the hair still look good,” I continue with my point. Mi know mi a mek sense.
“Stop chat shit a mi head b,” he hiss.
Right stop chat shit a the man ears lady.
I can’t help laughing. Him just say that funny. “Okay sir I’ll do it over... how yuh wah mi dweet?” I ask him.
Bet him a go say he nuh kno— “Do it wavy,” I start smiling hard when he says that.
Nah lie him surprise me. “Mi swear yuh would a say yuh nuh know,” I laugh. He chuckles.
“Why yuh want i–” I ask him and realize that his neck is much worst than mine with hickeys. It distracts me.
Wah mi did a say again? Why him want mi do it so? “Oh yea, why yuh want it wavy?” I repeat, staring at his face, biting back a grin.
He catches me in the rearview mirror, his goofy smile hitting me straight in the chest, and my face burns. Damn, he notices everything. He laughs, and I can’t help but look away, smiling like a fool.
“Zara look pan me nuh,” I look at him, avoiding his stare.
Jesus. He looks at the road shaking his head with a smile. “Mami it funny how yuh fraid fi look in a mi eye right now and yuh d’even shy in the bed,” he smiles as he slows down in the traffic.
He looks at me and I focus on his dimples instead, then his braces. His mouth is moving and I only catch a part of what he’s saying. Wild.
“Wah you say?” I ask, because mi never hear nothing but wild.
Cas yah gaze.
“Mi a say why yuh shy now and yuh nuh shy when yuh in bed?” He questions.
“Mi nuh know,” I smile. Bwoy you just a smile dung eh place.
“Talk to me nuh mon and stop gwaan so,” Nickoi presses. Ahh bwoy.
“I’m talking to you,” I say, looking at him and he drives off.
“Yuh wah me repeat?” he asks.
“No... I’m not shy right now,” I say slowly.
“B yuh see the hickey dem pon mi neck and yuh start blush then yuh cya’ look in a man eye like yah get flashbacks and it mek yuh awkward,” Nickoi says as though he’s reading me. Him right enuh cas a same way mi feel. Poor you...
“Mi did just find it hard fi look at you,” I smile.
“Shame o’ me?” his eyes softens and I quickly shake my head no.
How she fi shame a you?
“No Nickoi,” I sigh.
