PROTECT

Chapter 13

"Anything else?"

"And don't walk out into the street like that"

"Yes ma'am"

She grabbed my hand and i gripped hers back before letting go and realizing we were in public.

She got the hint but crumpled it and threw her arm over my shoulder and we walked closer to the building and abruptly stopped.

"Why we stop?"

"We here!"

"Where exactly?"

"Downtown. You said you wanted to go dow-"

"Downtown one day" I interrupted and finished the sentence.

"Why do you remember so much?" I blush

"Why not?"

I interlocked her arm with mines and we walked down the strip.

"What we doing first-?"

I got cut off by Ty' Elle snatching my arm and leading me into a building.

"I don't know about you but I haven't ate since breakfast. Even if you did, we eating again before we go"

The building smells really really good I don't even care about being seen in public with her.

I lied.

This lady waitress, about ye- high, ginger hair and eyebrows and a lip piercing eyes lit up when she saw Ty' Elle. I let go of her hand.

"Follow me" she said and started walking down a hall that led to a brown wooden empty room with tables.

"Ty you rented out this booth?"

"You said no buildings" she threw her hand up in surrender.

"Uh whatever" I kissed her cheek and sat down and she sat on the other side.

"What you got a taste for?"

"I'll get what you get" I shrug.

"So if I order clams and lobster, you gonna get it?"

"No" I exclaim in disgust.

"OK then" she sassed and handed me a menu.
I snatched it playfully and read it looking for something to eat.

"You girlies ready to eat?" An older white lady asked.

"Yes ma'am. I'll have..."

I studied the menu still as Ty'Elle ordered.

"And for you?"

"I'll just have the shrimp and chicken Alfredo"

Ty' Elle kissed her teeth as the lady walked away.

"What too much?"

"Too boring. And quit playing. You know I got you".

I rolled my eyes.
"What's boring about shrimp and chicken Alfredo?"

"Quit rolling them eyes Autumn"

"Ok. I'm sorry" I apologize sensing an attitude and grabbing her hand.

"And everyone always eats that" she finishes and grabs my hand back.

We hold hands for a while before the waitress arrives with our drinks.

"Here's your pink lemonade and your Arnold Palmer" she describes sitting down the drinks.

"What's up with you? I feel like we never talk about you" I ask Ty sparking up a conversation.