“Ay.” Drix lightly hit me in the arm to get me to look at him. “This ain’t the end of shit. You gon’ bounce back.” His confidence made me believe it as well. I nodded. He looked back at the road. “Don’t let this music shit stress you out and don’t let this life swallow you whole.”
I nodded again.
“I won’t.”
“Good.” He checked his mirror and switched lanes and I did my best not to grin too big when I saw he actually was heading to Brewed Bean.
We sat in silence while he drove, and when he got to the drive through, he looked at me.
“What do you want?”
“An iced chai.”
“Bet.” He rolled his window down. “Ay, man. Can I get an iced chai?”
“Large,” I added. “With almond milk and two pumps of liquid sugar.”
Drix looked at me then back to the speaker.
“You got that?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
“She wants a large with uh…” He looked back at me.
“Almond milk and two pumps of liquid sugar,” I repeated. “And what kind of breakfast sandwich do they have right now?”
Drix faced me again.
“Man, Myome, order this shit.”
He reclined his seat a little so I could lean over him and put my order in. I added a dozen donuts, six breakfast sandwiches, six bagels, and the drinks my team usually ordered.
I was halfway done when I actually realized how close I was to Drix and how good he smelled. His hand lightly brushed against my leg accidentally but having his featherlight touch on my bare skin while so close had me pulsing between my thighs.
“You may as well add me a coffee too—black,” he announced after my order was successfully repeated.
“Okay. Got it.”
“Thanks, man.”
I quickly moved back to my seat and clicked my seatbelt in place.
I reached for my card and froze when Drix handed his over to pay instead.
When we got our things, he helped me organize the boxes and drinks so they wouldn’t spill prior to pulling off.
“So you are actually nice sometimes?” I questioned.
“I’m always nice,” he said casually.
“You sure about that?”
“Positive.” He glanced at me. “I’m only rude when it’s deserved. If I ask you to respect my shit, not touch me, or not to waste my time and you do, I’m going to treat you like somebody who played in my face. Those who can’t hear must feel.”
“Whatever you say.” I shook my head and chuckled as I stabbed a straw into my drink.
“Whatever I say?” he repeated. “I like that.”