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pounder with cheese
with no onions to be made. I watched his eyes dance
across my curves until he spoke.
“What up ma... you pretty as shit.”
I smiled even though I wanted to frown at that lame
ass line he just tried to use on me. Instead I simply
sucked my teeth and shook my head.
“Was that supposed to be a compliment?” I asked
him.
“Yeah.” He replied.
“I mean... I never seen a piece of shit that was pretty,
have you?”
He was smiling at me.
“You know what I mean, wit’ your sexy ass, what
time you want me to call you tonight?”
I blushed as I looked into his eyes. His comeback was
good but I had to keep it sassy.
“So now my ass is sexy, and who said I was giving
you my phone number?”
I wanted to make him sweat.
“Aight, I’ll settle for your name first, and then we can
work on the minor details like when we gone get together. My name is Rich, what’s yours?”
I turned my eyes away from him and on to the cashier
who was standing idle watching us.
“My policy against talking to strangers is strict.” I
said as I was hoping that he didn’t take that comment
as rejection, because I did want to talk to him.
“You know my name now ma’, so I’m not a stranger,
I’m an acquaintance.”
“I was just playing, my name is Iyani.” I said.
“That’s a pretty name.” Rich replied.
“Thank you, are you from around here?” I asked,
hoping that he wasn’t.
“No.” He responded.
“Mineola?”
“No.”
“Good, where you from?” I was relieved, I hate locals.
“Brooklyn.”
“So what you doing out here?”
“Waiting on my train.”
“So what you going home to your girl?” I had to ask, I
assumed that he would have one.
“Home... yes, girl... no.”
“So where you live in Brooklyn?”
“Bushwick.” He responded.
“You smoke?” I asked.
“No doubt.”
“Aight, we can blow while you wait for your train.”
I didn’t believe I was doing this shit. I aint know dude
from a can of paint, but here I was flirting, and about
to let this dude jump in the whip, and about to smoke
wit’ him. I guess I needed the company bad. I hadn’t
been out the house since my dad got booked, and my
best friend Vita wouldn’t be back from Cali for a day
or two. We normally smoked together, but she had
spent the summer with her dad on the west coast.
I led the way out of the McDonald’s and hit the unlock button on my key fob. I was driving my dads
brand new BMW 760Li. I noticed Rich stopped dead
in his tracks looking the wheel up and down. We slid
out the parking lot and down to the train stop. I
parked facing the tracks. I went into my pocketbook
to get my Dutchmaster and the rest of a jar of Hydro
that I was smoking earlier. I opened the door and
cracked the dutch. I put one of my legs out of the
door and cracked the dutch. I let the tobacco from the
dutch fall to the ground. My dress rode up and revealed more of my thighs. I felt Rich eyeballing my
legs. I pulled my leg back in and closed the door. I
rolled the Dutch and lit it with my Zippo. There was
an uneasy silence as I took the first puff. After I took
the second puff, I passed it to Rich. I looked into his
eyes and thought to myself, damn I’m tripping. I’m
sitting here smoking with this dude I Don’t even
know, and I know how I get when I smoke.
“So how old are you Rich?”
“I’m seventeen, how old are you?” He said.
I busted out in laughter. Partly out of shock, and partly because I felt silly. I was there smoking with this
dude that was a couple of years younger than I was.
He didn’t seem that young though.
“Damn, you is a baby. I can work with that though.
I’m nineteen, I got you by a couple.”
Even though he was young, I decided I would still
talk to him. He passed the dutch back to me and I
took puffs.
“Let me see your phone Rich.”
Rich passed his phone to me and watched as I entered
my number and called my phone. I did that so I
would have his number too. Fair exchange... no robbery, I thought to