Asha Mitchell is all about her education and the next box to check off her list of goals. She never allows anyone to steer her from her path or take her eyes off the prize. She's a big time lover who also knows how to choose herself or play the game...
Ruben did a shoulder shrug, "Who said she's not already trusting your word? She's at the table ain't she? It looks like she's giving you the chance to get this shit right. She's threatened to leave already so you on your last leg, boy. You betta hop like a motherfucka to keep her if that's what you want."
"You not funny," Sanchez cracked a smile.
"I'm dead serious cause what y'all was saying or whatever you said about Nai had to be some crazy shit for her to want to leave you over it."
"Yeah...." he rubbed his neck, "But I was in a safe space, man. I was talking to the boys. That should've never been exposed."
"Just cause you disrespected her in private don't mean it wasn't still disrespect. Exposed or not. You should've kept that shit to yourself cause they can't help you repair your mess."
The back door slid open, "Mister chef, we're hungry. Do we have to cook the food ourselves?"
"Next time y'all will since you wanna rush me," Ruben walked up to Kahdija.
Sanchez slipped in the house after them and took a seat at the table beside Asha. He moved his chair over and rested his elbow on the table, bending his head down to be in her line of sight. She was in the middle of sending a text out to her mom. He lifted her curls from her face to get a better view of her face.
"Can I help you?" she softly asked before locking her phone and placing her phone between her thighs.
"How long are you gonna be mad at me? We're supposed to be going on a date after this and you not talking to me."
"Every time you've said something to me I've responded. How is that not talking to you? I, myself, just have nothing to really say to you."
"Then why are we here? I asked if you wanted to go back home and you said no." she didn't rebuttal, "I'm not tryna be like this with you, baby. Are we not moving on from last week?"
"I don't know. I don't even know how I'm supposed to."
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The rest of dinner was awkward between Asha and Sanchez because as bad he wanted to be into the table's conversation, he was in his head. He had a gut feeling that he needed to prepare for Asha to walk away. The feeling got stronger by the day and though he was at fault for making rookie mistakes, he was scared of how it might affect him. He experienced it before his feelings were deeply involved and was down bad about it, therefore, he could only imagine what this time would feel like.
"So, I'm going home," Asha stated rather than asked once she noticed the route he was taking.
"I'm not going on a so-called date and sitting in silence like we're strangers. If you wanna break up forreal go ahead and snatch the bandaid, bruh. Don't torture me like this."
"Torture? No, torture is repeatedly hearing how your boyfriend wants to fuck someone else in your head. I remember asking you what made you feel like you had to have me in your life...was it about possession or just knowing that I wanted you? Do you remember what you said? You find comfort in my voice, you get excited to see my face or to see me calling you. My touch gave you chills...that's changed hasn't it?"
