“What’s up, man?” I say to the dude as I put my arm around Kierra’s shoulder. He takes the hint and walks away.
Kierra brushes my hand off. “What are you doing?”
“Makin’ sure that guy knows you’re not available. Didn’t anyone tell you not to talk to guys who are just lookin’ for a piece of ass?”
“Takes one to know one, huh?”
“Somethin’ like that.”
“Maybe the guy was just trying to be nice.”
“I don’t think so.”
She winds through the crowded museum back to the front of the restaurant. When we’re finally seated across from a bunch of guys wearing T-shirts that say ROMEOVILLE HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL on them, Kierra is silent.
“You gonna talk?”
She doesn’t look up from the cartoon picture of a chicken on her plate. “I don’t feel like it.”
“Well, it’s a good thing this isn’t a date. If th
