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I rolled my eyes.

“You know where I live Keith.”

“Making sure you ain’t moved in with nobody.”

Ebony covered her mouth.

I pointed at her.

“Don’t.”

She put both hands up.

Keith chuckled.

Somebody by the door yelled, “Yo, Keith!”

He looked back.

“Aight!”

Then looked down at me again.

“Eight o’clock.”

“Whatever.”

He reached down like he was about to touch my face.

I leaned back.

He smiled.

“See you Saturday, Ave.”

Then he walked away.

I watched him go for maybe two seconds.

Three max.

When I looked back across the table, Ebony was staring at me.

“What?”

She slowly shook her head.

“Bitch.”

“What?”

“You are fucking messy.”

“How?”

“You was just texting your married nigga and now agreed to go on a date with your ex in the same fucking breath.”

I picked up my fish.