“So, now that I’m like your man for real, tell me who jet you were on?” I looked up at him and grinned. “Is that the only reason why you made yourself my man?” “Now you know…” “Anyway, since you must know, Elle was doing that new R&B singer Tweety’s hair for her tour. We flew to Cali.” I watched as the air released from his chest. “Oh, girl. I’m not going to lie, it was fucking with me.”
