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IN WHICH... HE CREATES DRAMA BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND
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I HAD JUST FINISHED RETWISTING MY LAST CLIENT'S HAIR AND WAS CLEANING MY STATION,
half-zoned out and running on autopilot. I wasn't even really paying him much mind, just catching his movements from my peripheral. I saw him digging in his pockets, pulling out the cash to pay for his retwist.
"Yo, lil ma," Terrance called out, stepping closer with the money in his hand, holding it out towards me. "Here's the money... and a luh sum."
I shook my head, already knowing where this was headed. "Terrance, it's fine. I don't need no tip."
"Nah, I'm positive you do," he said, that smooth-ass drawl in his voice almost making me reconsider. "Plus, this retwist got me feelin' myself. Gotta pay for this new level of confidence."
I stared at him for a second, making sure he was serious. But the look on his face? He wasn't playing. Not even a little bit.
"Fine," I muttered, taking the cash out of his hand. "If you say so."
As I turned back to finish cleaning up, I could feel his eyes on me. The kind of stare you feel in your soul. When I glanced back, he wasn't even trying to hide it—checking me out, head to toe, slow as hell.
