Page 9 of Not My Type
My hair is dark, thick and appears wet, because of his East Indian roots. I love my Indi look, no doubt about that. But ughhh! I hate when they call me his twin.
“Where unuh young people going though, a 7 o’clock a night now enuh,” Mama starts, her eyes moving between us.
“We a go good Mama,” Sash responds.
“Yeah, and a 9 o’clock curfew—wi just a go a Constant Spring go eat,” Gavin tells her.
“Arite, unuh come back before 9.” We nod, Sash is distracted by her phone.
“Hello miss,” Gavin snaps. She looks up startled and smile sweetly.
“A the taxi mi a call.”
We’re at Oceano, a Japanese restaurant in Constant Spring. It has intricate, modern architecture. There’s a wall mounted waterfall at the entrance assorted with antique oriental décor giving off a luxurious look. This place is amazing.Not to mention the food. Jesus!
Gavin and Sash ordered republic rolls and I settled with surf n’ turf roll and their green salad with ginger dressing. It’s nice... I’ll give them that, but I would rather be at Mystic Thai. Yum yum yumm, my kinda cuisine. I realize that I have a pout when Sash starts looking at me crazy. “Girl...yuh nuh like the food?”
“Yea...” it’s weak.
“Girl? Eat the food and nuh upset me,” Gavin snaps. “Cause mi wah kno’ if yuh cyaa gi’ the Indian food a break.” My cousins are busy stuffing their faces, talking and laughing. Besides the food, the aura is Top tier. I already see a spot for a picture. As I get up, I feel Gavin’s stare following me.
“A wah’m?”
“When yuh done yuh can take a picture for me?” I ask with a smile. Chris Brown’s Sensational playing softly throughout the restaurant. Gavin takes his last bite and gets up. I put my phone down and pick up my Sony ZV-1 digital camera. Last Christmas mommy sent it for me to start my YouTube channel. And alllllllll now!
We walk to the secret room, mirrors surrounding us. Two attempts later, and I’m jumping around. My pictures come out crisp.
“Gyal yuh nice enuh!” Gavin blurts out, Sash poking her head to look at them.
“Look how the gyal look like she walk out a Vogue Magazine?”
“Ouuu,” I say admiring them. My body, teaaa. I’m already thinking of my Instagram caption. Once I scribble it in my notes, I capture their pictures. Gavin and Sash now raving at my camera quality.
“Girl mi want one a dem!” Sash beams, I laugh at that. I won’t lie, this is a great distraction from Malik. A sigh escapes my lips as the voice in my head mutters ‘We not doing this right now’, so instead of focusing on that crosses, I get back to my Sushi. Before you know it, it’s time to leave.
“Why the food so expensive though?” Gavin asks as we walk out of the restaurant.
Sash shrugs. “It nice though, that me know.”
I chime in. “Next time I’m choosing the place and we going to Mystic Tha—”
Gavin hisses, walking faster.
The driver emerges from the car when he realizes my struggle to open the door. He’s an old man— probably in his sixties.You ever know people age group.
“Aite baby let me handle that for you,” he tries one time and the door flies open causing us to laugh.
“A you alone it want to work with,” Gavin jokes waiting for Sash and I to enter.
“It seize up sometimes mon,” he tells us. He gets in and drives off.
I check the time. 8:32 PM. We are not too late. If Mr. Perry drives fast enough, we’ll be able to reach home before nine. I stare through the window, the cold air caressing my cheeks and arms as Mr. Perry maneuvers through Constant Spring. Loud giggles spread throughout the small pro box like a wild fire. Gavin and Sash are laughing hysterically next to me. Ipeep at her phone and see that it’s a picture of her ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend— a total downgrade.
“A dat him really lef me fa?” she laughs out, engulfed in ecstasy at this information. A smile paints my lips at my cousins laughing like hyenas.Watch the two mad people dem.
“You see why nobody no fi carry unuh nowhere?” I giggle. I’m just as bad.
“Wul onnn!” she blurts out. “Nuh mi Tory Burch dat she have on?” her laugh sounds like an earsplitting scream.
