Learning to respect boundaries

|BRIAN’s POV|

“Can you stop being difficult and just tell me who the photographer nigga at the movie premier is?” I urge Meelah because her nonchalant attitude is seriously starting to piss me off.

“No one important,” she answers, waving the issue like it is nothing important as she focuses on her breakfast.

“Photographer nigga is no one important, but you and your sister were fighting over him?” I remark to get a reaction from Meelah, and judging from the way she pauses dramatically from reaching for the baked beans that are a part of the breakfast platter, I know that I must have struck a nerve.

“Fighting over him?” she scoffs.

“Are you for real right now?” she questions, looking at me dead in the eyes.

“How was I minding my business and getting my pictures taken, only for me to get drenched by the torn in my flesh the same things as me fighting over a man?” she expresses painfully and that makes me realize that I must have gone too far.

“Fine…. I apologize for my insensitive choice