Page 91 of Not My Type
*Yuh nah go bother do your hair?*
It seems so wasteful fi just do mi hair Saturday and by Tuesday it wah change. Mi nah braid back mi hair. Normally I have my hair in for two weeks when I wear wigs or sew in’s. I start typing.
*A Saturday mi do it enuh. I’ll just wear it.*
My Man
*Did you check the bag?*
Oh, yeah and mi see 200k in it. Why him give me so much money? Themost money me hold in my hand is 50k and that’s when my mom sends me money ... so 200k is a whole lot to me. Poor thing... I hate that for you, My subconscious teases and as I walk in behind Suzanne, I type a response.
The money is a lot… that’s for hair alone?
“Where we sitting?” Suzanne asks and I point at the spot that I sat the last time. She smiles as we take our seats.
“Mi seh the one Kelsey mad enuh,” she starts. “Because me tell her fi do the gender reveal at the event and she seh she cya bear fi wait so she get it before and find out seh it’s a bwoy.”
“She’s just excited,” I say, and a waitress walks over to us.
“Hey ladies! I’m your server tonight and my name is Ellie,” she hands us the tablet with the menu. “As you beautiful ladies look over the menu, are there any appetizers you’d like to try?” She asks. Customer service turn up mon.
“Can we have the soup dumplings?” I ask her because I’m feeling that. She nods.
“Yes girl!”
I look at the waitress. “Just give us a serving of soup dumplings, please,” I smile and she nods, repeating our order.
“Is that it for the appetizer?” We nod, and the waitress walks off while Zanne dives right back into talking.
I half-listen, scrolling through the menu, trying to figure out what I want. In no time, the waitress is back with our soup dumplings, steam rising off them, and we go ahead and order our mains. Zanne gets the crispy rice cake, and I go for the steak ramen and a smoky, elevated sushi roll.
“We’d like two Mango Mocktails too,” I say and she nods after pouring water in our cups. As soon as she walks away we start biting into our juicy, soup dumplings.
“This taste soo good,” she moans.
I smile taking up another dumpling, they taste interesting. Her phone rings and she smiles. “A junior this, him cyaa’ do not even an hour without me?” She jokes. “Yuh miss mi already?” She asks him and I smile before I check my phone.
My Man
*Done kno’ good p— gyal fi get things*
I blush at that, my fingers typing a response as I slowly chew. My phone vibrates and I realize that he sent another message. Then another. It makes me laugh. Once my eyes glance the message, I shake my head with a smile, drafting up my counter message even though he corrected himself before I did. I send it anyways.
My Man
*Wife… but do yuh hair, yuh been a complain… and if yuh want more just say the word Mami*
*Plus. Mi help pull it up*
*Periodddd but wife*
*Anyways thanks babe*
He doesn’t open the message, so I focus on my food. Five minutes later we are done eating. “Wi clean the damn plate. Less than ten minutes,” Zanne looks around whispering and I laugh so hard.
“Wi nuh come fi waste the food enuh,” I giggle.
“Yuh mad? And dem suh dear!?” She widens her eyes.
