Page 18 of Trucker
Too cute.
“Don’t worry.” Taji offered me a thumbs up then all but bounced out of the room.
Arching a brow, I watched after her wondering what she was up to. I could tell by the mischief in her eyes. The way she’d looked at me told me, loud and clear, she’d had hatched a plan.
Should I be scared or excited?
In that moment, she reminded me of Zoom.
Shaking my head, I scoffed and opened my bag to get what I needed. Looking around the room to find the bathroom door, I glanced toward the hall again, shook my head, and locked myself into the bathroom.
Quickly, I showered, changed into a pair of black track pants and a dark blue t-shirt. I took great care in applying moisturizer on my face and any exposed skin.
According to Zoom, no one likes ashy skin. She’d then proceeded to buy skin care for Kaos and I.
I pouted about it but the rash that appeared on my cheek each time I showered was no gone—that was a relief.
When I descended the stairs into a beautiful foyer, I looked around. Taji was nowhere to be seen.
“Taji?”
Nothing.
“Taji?” I called louder.
Footsteps sounded to my right until she stuck her head into the small space.
“This way.” Taji told me, excitement filling her voice. “Come on.”
Quickly I followed and the closer we got to the dining room, the stronger the smell of ackee became. Arching a brow, I quickened my steps and found the table set.
“Ta-dah!” Taji stretched her arms above her head then waved me forward. “Cone, sit.”
“Is this the surprise?” I smiled.
She motioned like Vana White.
I smiled wider at her.
“What do you think?” She squeaked happily.
“Um—”
“Don’t like it?” Her face fell. “I thought for sure you would?—”
My cheeks heated as I laughed.
I was shock because she’d gone through so much to make me an authentic Jamaica breakfast. That wasn’t an easy feat.
I wasn’t sure what to say.
“What do I think?” I managed. “I don’t?—”
“You don’t have to spare my feelings.” Taji told me. “I’ve never cooked this much before. I’m a newbie, really.”
“Hmm.”
She gave me a nervous smile.
