my love and a smoking gun

Remi huffed, getting up. "I'll see ya."

"Oh. 'Kay." He took the box, holding his phone out toward hers until it chimed a quiet affirmation. "Y'been waitin'?"

"Could be fun, though."

"Don't stop ya diggin' tho, does it."

"Well, I've gotta get my kicks somewhere." A hand appeared over her shoulder, and Imani reached back without looking, slipping the box from the girl's grip and passing it to Remi. "Come back soon, hm? Maybe I'll let you order off-menu one of these days."

"Happy to get ya some gossip," Remi commented sarcastically, eyes tracking the other woman as she headed further into the club.

"Please," she repeated him, "you know my lips are sealed."

"Independent. Educated. Kinda repressed."

"Can you grab Mr. Warner's order in the back for me, please? Should be packaged already. Thank you!"

"Well, I need the blockers. 'N like… twenty? Of those real… feel… deal… whatever-the-fucks."

Imani sent a quick message from her phone, then redirected her attention to him, her friendly smile back in place. "So, spill. What kinda girl's got you stockin' up?"

"Only sayin' that 'cause you're makin' money off me."

"Sentiment stands."

"Please."

"A great tragedy averted."

"I am."

"I missed you! You had me worrying you'd gone celibate or something!"

"Happiest anyone's been ta see me in a while."

"As long as you're here for me."