Giovanni's POV
"G, you remember Jameis," Brandi says as she returns to her seat.
"Hey, baby girl." He says as he takes her hand. Gianna snatches her hand away.
"How many times have I told you don't touch me, James."
"Chivalry is dead, and you know that is not my name."
"Your crusty lips aren't chivalry, and when you use my name, I'll use yours." I smile; that's my baby girl. Brandi laughs as she hands him a plate.
"Crusty? Women write sonnets about these lips. Isn't that right, Pineapples?"
"I've heard a few." She agrees, which makes Gianna and I scowl.
"You're supposed to be my best friend, B." And my woman. I want to add but can't.
"You're my best friend, G, but so is J."
"Best friends don't have se.." she stops and frowns, but I know she was going to say
