“Tell her, Sis. See, we aren’t dating to marry, Lani. We’re dating for food, good conversation, a few laughs, andpossiblydick if we choose to take it that far,” Indira added.
“Who says I’m dating to marry?”
“I mean, you’re almost thirty.”
I gasped. “First of all, Indy, my dear sweet baby sister, I’m almost twenty-nine. Secondly, you act like thirty is old.”
“I didn’t mean to insinuate that you’re old. When you were dating, you were looking for your husband, were you not?”
“Kind of . . . at least for the last six months before I started my dating hiatus.”
“Exactly. Lia and I are just dating for fun. If something pops off and becomes something, that’s cool, but that’s not the goal.”
“Listen to you sounding like the big sister. I guess you do have a point. I amapproachingthirty, and getting married and having a family does cross my mind a bit more frequently than it did a few years ago.”
“That’s understandable, Sis, but there’s no reason to put pressure on yourself to find a husband. Doesn’t the bible say our husbands are supposed to find us? The right man will find you when he’s supposed to,” Talia said.
“I think I might need to have my big sister card revoked. I’m supposed to give y’all advice, not the other way around.”
“Nah, Sis. You’ve given us plenty of great advice over the years. We’re just returning the favor,” Indira commented.
Our food arrived, and while we enjoyed our meal, the conversation continued.
“What’s your type, Lani?” Talia asked. “The few men you’ve introduced us to didn’t appear to have much in common with each other.”
“Regardless of the type, most of these men are just looking for fuck buddies, and I’m not interested in that. I don’t know my type, but I know that ain’t it.”
“That makes sense. I want my man to be rugged but still know how to be soft with me. Did you see those two fine ass dudes at Breeze & Melodie’s wedding?” Indira asked. “I’ve been hoping they’d make an appearance at a family gathering, but I haven’t seen them since the wedding.”
Breeze and Melodie were a part of our extended family. Our brother, Sonshyne, was married to Breeze’s sister, Raine. Melodie was Raine’s best friend. They all owned Black Reign Luxury Spa for Men and Women, along with our cousins, Adan and Zayn.
“The ones who were in the back corner?” Talia confirmed.
“Yes. I wanted to introduce myself, but they didn’t look approachable.”
“They sure didn’t. I think they were Breeze’s friends. They came with Rocky, the one with the long locs,” I told them.
I knew of Rocky and his brother, Russell, because they owned a Rush Brothers Youth and Recreation Center and mentored some of the students at the high school.
“I might have to ask Breeze to talk to Rocky to see which one of them is an eligible bachelor. It doesn’t matter which one because both of them have that rugged swag I like.”
“You better make sure Breeze does a thorough background check because they look like they might be into some shit,” Talia warned.
“I don’t know about that, Sis. Rocky and his brother, Russell, are good guys. They own and run the youth center. I don’t think they’d be hanging out with shady people,” I told her.
“They’re a part of Mayhem, too, and they’re always doing good in the hood,” Indira added. “One of those fine gentlemen might just be my new boo.”
My baby sister was a wild one, but I wouldn’t change her for the world. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had to stop by the high school to switch out my school-issued laptop because they’d purchased new ones for the staff.
It was my third year at Onyx City High School. I’d previously worked at Onyx City Middle School and could definitely say I preferred working with the older students.
I intentionally waited until the afternoon to exchange my computer, hoping I wouldn’t run into anyone. I was cordial with my co-workers, but I only communicated with them during the school year, except for one who I considered a friend. Unfortunately, there were more people in the building than I anticipated.
“Wassup, Noelani?” I heard a familiar male voice behind me say.
I turned around to return the greeting with a fake smile planted on my face.
“Hey, Kenai. How are you?”
