Weeks later, Darius was at my apartment again. I had just returned from grocery shopping and as I pushed open the door, I expected the quiet of my apartment.
Instead, the scent of buttery popcorn hit me followed by the blare of a TV sitcom.
Once again, Darius was sprawled on my couch like he had contributed to its purchase with a bowl of popcorn balancd on his stomach. His dirty sneakers were propped on he coffee table.
Ofcourse he was here. Again. He grinned when he saw me. Silently, I dropped the shopping bags on the counter.
“Darius,” I said with a heavy sigh, “What is it again?”
“Yo, Kiara, chill” He said, “Been a minute. How's my cute sis doing? How you holding up?”
His eyes scanned me as if he actually cared. But I was not here for it.
“Just cut the bullshit and tell me w
