Page 55 of Not My Type
The laugh that escapes me makes me slap my hand to my lips.
The first time I’ve laughed in hours.
Wendy is my nail tech; we are not as close as Clova and I are, but we definitely have a good relationship too.
Nick mek yuh smile this morning. Dat nuh count!? the girl in my head asks and I mentally smile.
“Guess I’m eating too much,” I say walking in.
After catching up with Wendy she starts doing my manicure. Our conversation flows naturally as she works on my nails. Once she’s done, she reaches for my feet to do my pedicure.
“Look pan cute,” she compliments the moment she’s done.
“Mi loveeeeee them,” my smile growing wide. My nails catch the light.
Almond-shaped tips, French white, edged with a thin gold line. Wendy grins, capturing the perfect boomerang. My toes are ‘Milky frenchies.’ They’re normally white... but I like these too!
She’s proud of herself. She should be.
“Cyaa’ guh wrong with some nice Frenchies or white nails babes, a dem a the thing now enuh,” Wendy beams and I nod in agreement.
“True,” I say then my phone rings. Nick.
“Hey,” I smile sweetly.
“Which part yuh deh? Mi a fawud now,” his voice raspy. I tell him the address.
“Zara why yuh deh, deh so?” I blush at his question. Why does this man sounds annoyed? What is he thinking?
“It’s maintenance day, this is where my nail tech lives,” the fact that I know what he’s thinking. Heat fans my cheek.
“Ah, mi a fawud.”
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Zara
“Zara, a your boyfriend drive deh black car yer?” Wendy asks, curiously. I look away from the Love and Hip-Hop reruns, averting my attention to her. “It out a gate,” she adds.
I look and gasp when I see a black X6 parked outside. Mi expect fi see the Benz since she said it’s black. Nick drive dis too? Damn.
My eyes dart back to Wendy. She’s stunned. I wonder why. Her lips are parted, eyes glistening with astonishment. “Yeah. It’s him,” I tell her.
I guess my boyfriend owns every car out there that you can think of. My phone starts ringing. It’s him. “Yes, I’m coming,” I say as I slide my feet in my sandals.
“Ah,” he hangs up. I guess he doesn’t trust places that he isn’t familiar with because him nuh wah come out. How the man fi step out? And him a badman? Him affi know the place safe.
I wave at Wendy. She has a goofy smile on her face causing me to blush. “You a nice girl anyways so a top man a go want you,” she giggles.
I chuckle to myself. “Later Wendy,” I beam and saunter towards the Bimma. A silver crown parks behind it. I hate this. Nuh bother with it miss, the sassy girl in my head warns.
I pull the door open and hop inside. The car has a new car smell. Him just buy this? He’s smiling at me. “Waam mi Ghee?” he asks and a smile finds my lips.
It’s the nickname for me. Imagine mi own subconscious a mek mi laugh.
“A wah?” he asks and I shake my head.
“Nutt’n,” I purse my lips and he leans over, placing his arm on the armrest. I melt in his gaze as Wendy’s words echo: “You a nice girl anyways so a top man a guh want you.”
