I lowered my voice.
“What are you doing here?”
Xay walked toward the desk.
“You don’t answer your phone no more?”
“So you came to my fucking job?”
“Apparently.”
“You can’t be here.”
“Why?”
I looked around.
“Because I WORK here!”
“So?”
I stared at him.
This nigga had officially lost his mind.
He shrugged.
“I came to see you.”
“You could’ve waited until I answered.”
“I did, for two fucking weeks.”
I folded my arms.
“And?”
“And what the fuck is up with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
“Xay, I’m working.”
“And I’m talking.”
“Well, I’m not.”
I sat down.
He didn’t move.
I started typing.
Didn’t even know what the fuck I was typing.
I just needed to look busy.