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“A friend,” Shameek repeated.

“Is there an echo in the room?” I mocked.

Jaharee laughed before looking down at her phone.

“Meek, why you sounding like that girl said she was getting married?”

“Nah, it’s just weird.”

“Yes, you do,” Jaharee added. “Every time that man’s name comes up, your whole energy gets weird.”

“Son, stay out her business,” his mama said.

“I’m not in her business.”

“Then why did you call when I got five minutes up the road about him kissing me?” I asked, staring at him. All he had to do was stop the hating shit and let me tell his mama about the lunch, and we wouldn’t be here.

“He kissed you?” My mother-in-law turned around.

“On my forehead.”

“Oh,” she said. “That was sweet.”

“Thank you.” I rolled my eyes at Shameek.

Jaharee squinted. “Meek, why the hell you care if Lloyd kissed her forehead?”

“That’s the thing. I don’t care.”

“Jah, leave your brother alone.”

“Okay, ma, before he explodes,” Jaharee teased.

“I ain’t gonna explode over shit.”

“Well, on that note. I’m going home,” I said, grabbing my containers.

“I’ll walk out with you. I need to leave anyway,” Jaharee said.

“I’ll carry yo’ food.” Shameek snatched the containers out of my arms.

This nigga just didn’t give a fuck at this point. Jaharee was smiling too hard, so at this point she knew what the fuck was going on.

Outside, Shameek walked ahead of us and put the food in my passenger seat. Jaharee was digging in her damn purse like her ass wasn’t trying to give us rope to hang our damn selves.

“You have to stop,” I whispered.

“Girl, fuck you. You like that nigga kissing you?”

“We talked about this already. Now get out and go back in the house.”

“Ky, I’m deadass.”

Jaharee’s heels started clicking towards us, so I leaned up in my car.

“Did I interrupt something?” she asked.

“No,” I answered quickly.