Page 11 of Definitely Not a Thing

“You already know what happened this week.”

“Yeah,” she sucked her teeth. “I’m saying – that shit is a perfect reason come kickbox, duh.”

“I know,” I laughed. “I just… I’ve been in a weird place.”

“I get. You want me to kick that nigga ass or something?”

“Winnie!”

“What?” she shrugged. “I want the record to show that Ineverlike him. For you specificallyorotherwise. Like never, ever, at all.”

“I’m aware,” I nodded.

She had never, ever, at all, been quiet about it either, even to his face. In fairness though, her reasoning had never been like…break up with him sistype reasons.

She thought he was corny.

And physically weak.

And she didn’t like his face.

And he didn’t drink enough water for her liking.

Really random – and admittedly funny – stuff that I probably should’ve taken a little more seriously, considering how it all worked out.

“Okay, so like… do you need me to handle that?”

“No,” I assured her. “There’s nothing to handle. Just… two people it didn’t work out between. Nothing more.”

She twisted her lips like she was considering my words for a moment before she nodded. “Okay but if you change your mind – I’ve got a two piece for his ass I’vebeenwaiting to drop off.”

“I’m not going to change my mind.”

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes. “I’ll see you in class next week then, right?”

“I… yes. You will,” I agreed before we parted ways. She was on a break between the fitness classes she hosted at the gym she owned with her boyfriend, and I had an appointment time to make.

Because of the time spent talking with Winnie, I had to put a little pep in my step to make it back with a little lead time before the movers arrived. Summer was infulleffect, so by the time I made it to the building, I was a sweaty mess, debating on if I had time for a quick shower.

Which… actually wouldn’t make sense, since I would just sweat through my clothes even more in the process of getting my stuff moved in.

Thank goodness for aluminum-laden deodorant I guess.

A thought occurred to me as I stored my few belongings out of the way on the kitchen counter, so I pulled my phone out to open the Proxy app for a new transaction.

Snacks and water.

Yeah, I had the few items I’d packed for my personal fulfilment, but I was sure the movers would appreciate cold drinks and a sandwich platter. With that order placed, I went back downstairs to navigate the truck to a more accessible, albeit temporary space.

And then I waited.

And… waited.

It was normal enough for the time to have five or ten minutes of wiggle room, but once that time had passed with no communication, that’s when I got a little concerned.

I grabbed my phone, intending to check my appointment one more time, even though I knew I had the right date and time, and had gotten the confirmation and all.

Well… Itriedto check it.