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“Wow.”
“Whatever. Wait till I tell Sarita. She loves watching her videos. You should check them out if you haven’t already.”
“I plan to. Let me go, man. I need to head on over to her place now.”
“All right. Hey, congrats, Ry. I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks, KC.”
When I got to her place, she was all made up with her hair in a big, curly afro, looking good enough to eat in a silky red blouse. I raised my eyebrows at the jogging pants she wore with it.
She followed my eyes, and said, “You can’t see the bottom half of my body on camera, so I just make sure I’m cute from the waist up.”
I leaned in and kissed her. “Oh, I was about to say…”
“Screw you, Ryan.”
“I wish you would.”
She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I’m still working, so you can hang out here in the living room if you want.”
“Working this late? It’s almost dinner time.”
“I know, but I’m almost finished. Be right back.”
“Can I watch you?”
She gave me a peculiar look. “You wanna watch me make a video review of a temporary hair dye?”
“Yeah.”
She shrugged. “Grab a chair from the kitchen and come on.”
I did, and followed her to the room, looked around at the camera on the tripod and the bright lights facing her, a huge banner with a repeating 4C Angie logo—a cartoon version of her smiling brightly with “4C Angie” written in her hair as curls—hanging on the white wall behind her. There was a small table next to her holding tubes of what I guessed was the temporary hair dye. I decided to sit behind the lights and watch her, but before I could sit down, she said, “Nuh-uh. You’ve got to sit over there, in that corner off-camera behind me. You’re gonna distract me if you sit right in front of me.”
“Distract you? How?”
“I can’t concentrate with you sitting there looking like you look. It’d be my luck to mess around and say something nasty and forget to edit it out and there goes my career.”
I chuckled as I stood and moved the chair. “Damn, I just make you say nasty stuff for no reason?”
“Oh, there’s a reason.”
I grinned and sat down in my new spot and watched as she turned the camera on and started talking about how the dye dried her hair out. She sounded and looked so good, I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it to the restaurant I’d planned on taking her to.
She stopped the camera, turning toward me. “I can’t do this. The fact that you’re even in this room is killing my concentration. You might as well be sitting right next to me.”
I picked up the chair again and placed it next to her. “You need me to help you get through this? I can hold the tubes for you, kiss your neck, have sex with you…”
She gave me a smirk. “This ain’t that type of YouTube channel. And I didn’t mean for you to literally come sit next to me. If you sit there, your ass will be in the video.”
“You don’t want me next to you? I’m not good enough to be on your funky little channel?”
“It ain’t no funky little channel.”
“I know. Okay, if you’re ashamed of me, I’ll move.”
“Ryan, quit. You know I’m not ashamed of you.”
