"Even if I say so?" he asked with a cheeky grin. "Don't like the odds of that much." The grin dropped with grave seriousness as he placed a hand on his heart and staggered backwards, "Miss Rae, you are ruthless. I ain't cool enough? 'Bout to make a grown man cry you are. I'll remember this." Zuva blew out a sharp breath shaking his head, still faking betrayal. "Well, if not cool, then I guess, you gotta think I'm hot. I'll accept that."
Head bobbed from side to side, considering it again before he finally nodded, "Fine, fine, I won't. You're full of good ideas." He thought she was all sorts of good too but delving into that would take up far too much time, and likely be dismissed in some capacity too. "If they stop by again, that just means I was good business, baby," he teased. A beat later he shook his head, "Nah, if they do drop again not for records, they can deal with me personally. I ain't gonna let anyone bother you." There was a promise threaded through what he said that went beyond this situation.
"Badly," he started to explain again, giving her the low down of how it went and how unfairly he was being held accountable for good advice. "Shit," he ducked down a few seconds before he saw movement. "Hate to leave this to you, but you gotta admit it's a little funny. Show time," he grinned at Rae just as the door chimed. And mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key.
"Especially if you say so," Rae said, grin widening. "Maybe I am a little ruthless. You can take it, though, can't you, baby? You're a big boy. You can handle it." He was such a flirt. Maybe they all were, bunch of kids growing up in a city that never took anything serious. New Orleans loved its people, and its people loved it, loved to party and flirt and dance and drink. He gave it good. She liked to think she gave it right back. "You need me to tell you you're pretty, Zuva? I know you gotta lotta people tellin' you you're pretty. We both know it."
Rae Elle snorted. "Uh huh." Some of her ideas were shit. Most of them amounted to nothing, though. She'd never been a big planner, decision maker. There wasn't a whole lot of ambition going on in Rae Elle Park. She didn't particularly mind it. "My hero. Bringin' trouble to my doorstep but promisin' to take care of it if it gets too bad," she joked.
"Showtime," Rae muttered, rolling her eyes one last time as she looked down at him before looking to the door. She painted on her best, lazy grin, leaning against the counter and putting her head in her hands. "Afternoon. What can I help y'all with today?"

















