“Aye, you can do something for me,” Rowdy interrupted before I could curse her out. Usually, I’d refuse to argue over a man who wasn’t mine, especially not one who gave me whiplash like Rowdy, but sometimes, you just had to check a bitch. “First, you can keep this shit.” His ignorant ass crumpled up the bill and threw it at her forehead, where it bounced off and landed at her feet. “Even if I wanted to disrespect my girl and my dick by sticking it in you, I wouldn’t need your number to do it. Now, go get the manager with your unprofessional ass.”
