" Okay let me check real quick ", the dude scans through this big ass note and he finds it.

" Alright. Y'all come", he leads them to their table.

"Hello, I'm Tony and I'll be your server for today. Are you ready to make your order? ", a waiter says to them

" No we'll call you when we are ready", Michael says

"Okay what about any appetizer? ", he asks, staring at Jacintha.

" No we're cool for now", she replies

"Alright", the server says.

" Thank you", Jacintha says to the server and he smiles before walking away..

"ThAnK yOu", Rave mimicks her.

" what? ", she raises her eye brows.

" why tf was you telling him thank you? ", he laughs.

" I was just being polite, Jelani", she rolls her eyes.

"don't say my government out hea. You was clearly flirting with him", he smacks his teeth

" And I can flirt with him, why not? You not my boyfriend ", she snaps.

" Damn dad where they at? I'm finna just get my own order", Rave whines.

"They'll be here inna few. Relax huh? ", Michael says.

*
Marcina and her children walks into the restaurant.

" You know by the smell it's an exquisite one", Lara says.

"He say they at table 8 by the left", Marcina says and they walk over to the table.

" Oh hey baby. Sorry I'm late. The traffic was insane... ", Marcina hugs Michael.

" THIS SOME BULLSHIT ", the children all mumble together

" Huh? ", the parents look at them weird.

Michael raises his head up to look at Chance.

" Aint that... ", he faces JT whose face is as wide as a mf.

" Yes daddy", she sighs.

Rave clenched his wrist ready to swing at Chance but he tries to keep himself calm.

"You know them? ", Marcina asks Chance.

" Mama that's his ex", Lara says, taking her seat.

"I only met her once so I think I forgot how she looks", Marcina shrugs.

Rave keeps giving Chance this deadly glare.

" Can y'all put any difference you have aside for now? ", Michael says and Chance sits on the remaining vacant seat which is the one beside JT.

JT jerks uncomfortably in her seat.

She can't raise her head up to look at him

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