Page 29 of Buy Back My Love

Not that I needed him to buy me one. I had money and could handle that myself. But damn a phone felt like one of the first things somebody would’ve thought about.

We stopped at T-Mobile, and the salesman barely got through his little welcome speech before I told him, “I want an iPhone.”

He smiled. “Okay. Are you switching from Android?”

“No. I had an iPhone before I went in.”

He paused. “Went in?”

I looked at him.

He looked at me.

Beside me, Anika suddenly became real interested in a display across the store.

I almost laughed. “What’s the newest one?”

That got him moving again.

I walked out with a new phone, a case, a charger, and more passwords to remember than I had patience for. Anika took the phone out of my hand before we even made it back to the car.

“What you doing?”

“Putting my number in.”

“I know your number.”

“I know you know it. I’m saving it so you ain’t gotta keep dialing it like you calling from prison.”

I looked at her.

Her face changed immediately. “Okay. That came out wrong.”

I laughed. “Very.”

“My bad.”

“Just give me my damn phone.”

It was getting close to noon when we got back in the car, and I had to be at Wren’s for my nail appointment soon.

We were headed across town when I spotted a McDonald’s up ahead.

“Anika, turn in there.”

She looked over at me. “For what?”

“I want some fries.”

“You just ate.”

“That was breakfast.”

“It ain’t even twelve.”

“I don’t care. I want some damn fries.”

She laughed but got in the turn lane anyway.