#hennasai

KATYA: I need you to take it out. Or something.

KATYA: Don't worry about the phone number, btw. It's untraceable. Just don't be stupid and drop any names and you'll be okay.

KATYA: Jesus Christ. I got shit to do. If Bakari told you I was available today, he lied.

KATYA: Why didn't you prevent me from drinking?

There wasn’t much happiness left to mask in his presence anymore — lately, she hadn’t really been happy with this. Or him. All of their conversations had gone the opposite of everything they used to imagine together, their time together grew shorter, things...no longer became ideal. Or desirable. Yet, for some reason,  in the middle of the fucking night, he’d been standing in the entryway of her home. Looking perfectly fine. ( Physically and literally — the man was plenty fine. ) Perfectly unannounced. But they still haven’t spoken, and she’s exhausted. She hopes he could see it too. “What do you need, ‘cause you’re not workin’ and I’m not lettin’ you in if you plan on standing there looking fuckin’ stupid.”

It’s nothing unusual for Katya to allow for the other to come over, drink all of her wine and eat a meal or two — and complain. The women in her line of work had almost been as bad as the men, and don’t even get her started on the meetings and galas she’s often forced to attend, the hands she has to shake while fake smiling in front of cameras. Disgusting. “Enough ‘bout all that shit. Why are you drinkin’ like you in a drought? Who the fuck was hurtin’ your feelings today?”

“Why second guess? I should’ve stayed.” She’s never been gone for this amount of time before. The club’s mostly empty but she’s still getting drunk on the velvet couch — halfway listening to downstairs conversations and last-call drink orders. “But you know what’s on my mind, so.” ( @hennasai )

U NEVER TELL ME ANYTHING DIAMOND