“Hey, you,” she said. “Wasn’t that Sara Jessica Parker?”
“Uh huh,” I murmured.
“Why did you turn it? I love that movie.”
I raised my head, stretched, yawned, and rubbed the back of my neck, saying,
“My bad, Kisi.”
She laid her head back on my shoulder just as Carrie began to hit Mr. Big with flowers in the middle of the streets of New York. Something clicked inside of me as I saw Mr. Big attempting to explain himself.
“You know something, Kisi?” I was angry. I’m not exactly sure why my mood had changed so fast, but I was pissed. My frustration had built up in my head, causing my outward reaction to reflect it.
“What? What’s wrong with you, Terrell?”
“Kisi, I think I’m falling out of love with you.”
“What?” She sat up quickly. Her voice reflected her surprise.
“What’s wrong with y
