You’d barely been sitting down for five minutes before Wumuti started pacing around his room.
“…I’m tellin’ you, Amara.”
“Mhm.”
“Nah, listen.”
“I am.”
“This man…”
He stops walking just to throw both hands in the air.
“…Fine.”
You laugh.
“How fine?”
“He had me forgettin’ my own name.”
“Damn.”
“I’m serious.”
He flops onto the bed beside you, staring at the ceiling with the biggest grin on his face.
“…Pretty smile. Pretty eyes. Smelled good as hell.”
You side-eye him.
“You sound gone.”
“I was.”
“You still is.”
He lets out a dramatic sigh.
“…His arms?”
“Oh brother.”
“Nah, you don’t understand.”
“I don’t think I need to.”
“They was nice.”
“You is actually ridiculous.”
“And his voice…”
He shakes his head like he’s reliving the memory.
“…Lord.”
You snort so hard you nearly choke on your drink.
“So… when you seein’ him again?”
He shrugs.
“I don’t know.”
“…You don’t know?”
“It was just a lil’ hookup.”
“And you over here givin’ me a whole Yelp review.”
He points at you.
“’Cause the service was excellent.”
You burst out laughing.
“Aight, you got it.”
He reaches over, stealing a chip from the bag in your lap before flashing that smug little grin he always got when he thought he was funny.
You just shook your head.
“Nah… you definitely like men.”
“Huh?”
“I said you definitely like men.”
He blinked once, then let out a laugh.
“…Girl, shut up.”