The Plot II

Chess, not checkers

I hummed along to Session 32 by Summer Walker that was playing in my airpods. A light tap on the shoulder caused me to look over my shoulder and take one out.

"Hey, sorry if I scared you I just love your sneakers" The brown skin lady said.  I turned around and got a good look at her. Long weave, banging body, pretty face. She was gorgeous.

"Aw, thank you," I said smiling at her then looking at my shoes. "I got them from champs"

"Ou, I definitely have to check them out," She said before returning the smile. "Thanks"

The elevator dinged as the doors opened up. She looked back at me with her finger over a button.

"You going to the parking deck," She asked

"Yes ma'am"

"You're gorgeous" I blurted out after a moment of silence.

Her smile got brighter showing her pretty teeth. "Thank you, so are you"

"You seem cool," She said "I'm Keisha by the way. Did you just move here because I never have seen you before"

I shooked my head no and stepped off the elevator. "Nah I stay in New Y- shit" I said exclaimed "I left my damn keys in the house"

"Oh shit, I would help you but I got to get going," she said.

"Nah its cool, it was nice meeting you. Hopefully, we find each other again so we could hang out" I yelled back to her.

"Hey, do you know where" I looked over my shoulder to see no one in sight.

**

"What the hell do you mean you can't take my payment," I said staring at the man.

"Ma'am my boss is not in right now and everything I'm doing says denied" He pleaded.

I was heated, not only have I still not ate but I had to go to three different bank locations to withdraw this money.

"So how the hell am I suppose to bail this man out," I said raising my voice.

"Ma'am you either sit down and wait for my manager to come back or you can leave," He said turning around and walking away from me.

I sighed as I plopped down on the hard metal chair. Thank God this place was empty because I felt the tears coming. A black lady tapped on the little window and waved me over. I wiped my face and walked over to her.

"Hey baby what's wrong," She said looking up at me.

"I- I" I stopped talking and tried to calm myself down. "I'm trying to bail out my boyfriend but I barely know what I'm doing and your coworker is a whole dickhead," I said.

"Girl, don't worry about Patrick" She said rolling her eyes. "Who are you trying to bail out"

"Terrell Nickerson"

She nodded as she starting moving her mouse around and typing. When her eyebrows knitted together, I exhaled waiting for the bad news.

"Baby, his bail was posted about forty-five minutes ago"

I looked at her like she had three heads. "Can't be, are you sure?" I asked.

"Marie" I turned around to see the one and only Kilo with two other females.

"Wow, who the fuck told you I was locked up"

"Fuck you mean who told me, how about your dumbass face was plastered all over the fucking  news," I said

"Who is this, calm down shorty" One of the girls said. I knew she wasnt from here because she had a thick new york accent.

"Hey boo what the hell you doing here"