Lyric
The party stuff was finally done.
Balloons taped.
Plastic cups stacked.
The fake champagne tower leaning like it needed prayer.
Janiyah stood in the middle of her living room like she just launched a business.
“We gon’ eat, drink, and act like somebody son ain’t stressing us.”
I smiled, but my head was already somewhere else.
Shift started at six.
It was already five.
And I had to get to the mall fast or Mr. Greene was gonna clock me out himself.
“You staying the night here or coming back after work?” Janiyah asked.
“Depends how I feel. Don’t wait up though.”
I grabbed my tote bag, pulled my black zip-up over my shoulders, and tied my hair up into a sleek bun. Nothing fancy — just enough to smell good and look decent under those bright ass retail lights.
Bath & Body Wor
