I grabbed two fries and popped them into my mouth. Then, I took my knife and stabbed it right through the middle of my burger. It was made up of a patty, lettuce, tomato, onion, a special sauce made in-house, bacon, and an over-easy egg. I nodded as the yolk ran down the sides then plucked it up and took a bite.
I nodded as I chewed.
“This shit ain’t never gon’ stop hitting.”
Myome took a bite and damn near moaned.
She nodded in agreement as she chewed then wiped her mouth once she swallowed.
“I may have to steal your spot,” she said.
“That’s cool but don’t post it nowhere. If I can’t get a booth in here because of you, we gon’ have mothafuckin’ problems, Myome.”
She giggled.
“Alright. I’ve got you.”
“Good.” I took another bite. “How’s the album going?”
“Good. I think it’s almost done.” She took a sip from her cup. “What about you? Are you thinking of putting anything new out?”
“Rapping?”
“Yeah.”
“Nah.”
“Why not?”
I took another bite of my burger, dropped it onto my plate, and washed it down with Coke.
“I still write and record and shit. I just don’t release it. I make good money producing and can do it from almost anywhere. I don’t have to tour and I’m behind the scenes. So even though I get a little bit of publicity, it’s nothing like how it was when I was actively putting out music.” I popped more fries into my mouth.
I glanced down when my phone vibrated and saw it was Niecy. I’d spoken to her once since the shit outside of Trapp’s party, mostly to make sure her emotional ass didn’t try to press charges on Myome. Of course she thought that meant we were in love or some other delusional ass shit. I wasn’t dealing with that. I declined her call and blocked her number immediately after.
I did a double take when I saw I was getting another call from Trapp. I adjusted how I was sitting and picked up.
“What?”
“I’ve got shit in my head I need to lay down. Can we get in the studio?” he asked.
“Nah. I’m cool.”
“Come on, Drix. Don’t act like that, man! You know you’re the only one who can get this shit out the way I want it.”
“Ain’t you try to check me like a week ago, bitch? Now you want a favor?”
“Nigga, you had my blood sister hemmed up.”
“Have her produce your bullshit ass song then, bitch.” I hung up and took another bite of my burger.
“Is everything okay?” Myome asked.
“Yeah. Lame ass Trapp wants me to lay a track with him.”
“And you’re not fucking with it?”
“Nah. I’ll do it. I’m just going to double charge his ass.” I took another drink.