Exchange || Bryson Tiller [ #Wattys2017 ]

IV

"I wanna give you better, baby it's whatever..."

Bryson.

"Little Tiller." I spoke getting the attention of my three year old daughter, Harley.

"Yes daddy?"

"How was school?"

"Fun, I made new friend."

I nodded, "What's her name?"

She giggled, "No girl daddy. His name Micah."

"Micah huh?"

"Yes, his mommy calls him Superman."

"Hm... he cute?"

I looked at her through the mirror to see her face all scrunched up, "Gross daddy."

I smirked to myself, "That's what I better hear. You hungry?"

She nodded, "Yes."

"Well daddy's gonna cook tonight."

"Ewwww." She said covering her face with her hands.

I sucked my teeth, "Come on Harley, it don't be that bad."

"Yes it do."

I sighed, "I guess I'll just order pizza then."

"Yaaaay!"

I shook my head, "I should really take cooking classes." I said to myself.

When we got to Skyline, I walked over to Bri so she can see Harley.

It looked like she was texting someone but when she looked up she smiled widely.

"Hey Bry, and heeey wittle Harley!" She said picking her up.

"Hey Bri." Harley smiled.

I laughed, "Wassup Bri?"

"Nothing much, just working hard."

I snickered, "You mean hardly working."

She rolled her eyes, "Shut up Bryson."

Just then her phone flashed making me look down.

It was from someone named
Mariah 🌸 and it said:

"I have food up here if you want some, I know Micah is not gonna eat all of this by his self as surprising as it seems. 😂"

Micah? Mariah?

I scrunched up my eyebrows, "Who's this?" I asked.

She snatched her phone from me, "A friend that I made today, nosey ass."

I leaned on her desk, "Why everybody making friends today?"

She shrugged, "I dunno. You probably seen her though, she's new to the building."

I thought for a minute and then smirked.

"You talking bout the brownskin chick? With curly hair, a mean face and a bangin body?"

"Yeah, and her face is not mean."

"She does look mean, she's beautiful though..."

She stared at me with a smirk and raised eyebrows.

"... What?"

She shook her head, "Nothing she is beautiful. Just like the pictures she takes."

"Pictures? ...And you said her name is Mariah?"

"Yeah, Mariah Adams."

I rubbed my chin, "Mariah Adams? Mariah Adams... wait— you mean the photographer?"

"Yes Bryson."

"Wow, I love photography. She looks like she should be in front of the camera though, not behind."

"I know, a coincidence right?"

"Damn... how do I get to know this Mariah?"

"I don't know Bryson, introduce yourself, I guess."

"I did introduce myself."

"Well I don't know Bryson, I barely know the girl."

I shook my head, "Girls... but you wanna give me her apartment number?"

"Uh no, that is not apart of my job."

"Neither is texting and picking at your nails."

She glared at me and flipped me off as I shrugged.

"But just be patient, if y'all are meant to be friends y'all will be. You guys are probably meant to be something more but you won't know if you rush into everything. Patience is key. And to be quite honest with you Bryson, just showing up at her door would be a little weird. I'm just saying."

I glared at her, "Shut up."

She shrugged her shoulders, "Hey."

"Anyways, I gotta go order up this pizza for Harley and I." I said taking a now sleeping Harley from her arms.

"Oh thank God, you're not cooking." She said wiping sweat.

I squinted my eyes and shook my head, "Imma show y'all one day. One day... Imma prove all y'all wrong and show you that Bryson Tiller can cook."

"I mean you can cook now, it's just not good." She raised her eyebrows.

"Bye Brianna."

She laughed, "Bye Bry, enjoy the rest of your day playboy."

"Yeah yeah, you too pimpin'."

When I got in my apartment I laid Harley down and thought about what Brianna said.

Patience is the key...