The clattering and clinking sound of plates, cups, and glasses could be heard from everywhere, mixed with the murmuring of people's chatter. The air was filled with the sweet, sour, and delicious mix of food and fresh beverages.
It had been two days since Tia almost stole Rhea's soul from her.
It was mid-morning, and the girls were seated by the full-length, door-sized window at the far end of the restaurant, having brunch.
"And he said, 'Oh baby girl, can I have your number?'—stretching his phone towards her. No greeting, not even a 'Hi.' Nothing. Walking like a wrongly circumcised man," Tia rolling her eyes, leg crossed, fork in hand with a Cuban sandwich on it.
"I bet he cried home after you torsed him away with your eyes." Rhea clamped her tummy laughing. "The audacity alone was what baffled me. Caught cheating in a restaurant and still shamelessly approached another woman after a drink was poured on him." Laughing, tears sat at the corner of her eyes.
