Helanie:
"Okay, now remember, no matter what she says, you are not going to let her get under your skin, right?" Jenny repeated as we stood a little further from where Lucy was.
"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath. We had come to Benita’s cafe. It had been so long since we had visited this place, after her son turned himself in before they could arrest him. I noticed Benita wasn’t doing well. I didn’t feel bad for her. She wasn’t a very nice woman, so it didn’t really affect me. But she was back to working, and Lucy had decided to eat at her place. I knew Benita could be hostile toward me. After her son got punished, she might even think I was the reason he was no longer with her. But I had to have this conversation with Lucy. It was a must.
"Now go, go, go." Jenny pushed me inside, and I straightened my shoulders. Once I entered, I saw the servers give me a full bow. I realized Benita didn’t really stick around. She would just give directions to her servers and leave. I guess that’s why I felt comfortable when I entered. I walked straight over to Lucy and noticed her eyes wandering behind me, just to check if anyone else had come with me. Then she looked back at me.
"Oh, Helanie," she said, fixing her posture, probably because last time she had really irked me. So she must be wondering if I had come here to fight her.
"Yeah, I needed to speak with you," I said, taking a seat before she could even offer me one. I could tell she was uncomfortable. She kept glancing around, over her shoulder.
"Don’t worry, I’m not here to hit you or anything," I added, trying to put her at ease.
"You’re not?" she asked, and I shook my head. I noticed her relax a bit in the chair.
"Then what are you here for?" she asked. I noticed a smile coming to her lips, probably because she thought I had come to beg her to leave my husband alone, which she practically expressed in the next sentence.
"If you think I’m the reason your husband is interested in me, you’re wrong. If a man finds interest somewhere else, you can’t really do much about it. Besides, why do you care? You already have so many mates," she said in one breath.
I would have given her a good earful if I hadn’t come with a plan. Besides, staring at her made me miss Lucy even more. My body language was different. Even when I tried to seem annoyed, I couldn’t be completely annoyed. This was Lucy, for heaven’s sake.
"No, I’m not here for that," I said. "I’m not here to ask you to leave him alone. I understand. It’s not your fault. I guess he’s really not able to connect with the other mate at home, and since I give time to the others, he feels left out. Probably he bonded with you over some trauma." I grabbed a water bottle and opened it.
I noticed Lucy staring at me. I wanted her to say it herself, that it was because both had been to the 10th floor, but she didn’t. I could tell she didn’t even want to talk about the 10th floor with me anymore.
"That is odd. The Helanie I know would never, ever admit to it. So tell me, what is going on? What are you really here for?" she said, tapping her fingers on the table, letting me know that even she knew there was no way I would be gentle with her after I found out she had been trying to hit on my husband.
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