Drake twisted his toothpick between his teeth, looking down at multiple photos of Tae and Rihanna. He wasn't sure how to feel, he hadn't spoken to Rihanna in months, going on a year. He closed out his i********: and pulled up Tae's contact.
"Hey babe." A smile eased on Drake's face as Tae's voice filled his ears, a few seconds later he slowly began to frown at possibly hearing Rihanna's accent in the background.
"How are your? How was the show?" He asked trying to also listen to background noise.
"It was beautiful. Got some offers, business deals that might be in the works." Tae said back, folding her arms across her chest as she stood at a distance in the restaurant.
"That's great. Proud of you. And now?" He asked as he pulled his toothpick out his mouth.
Tae could feel her knee
