Chapter 4 - Nigga, You Stalkin' Me?

Trey ain't got time for no distractions.

He wake up, work, hit the gym, and mind his damn business. That's it. Ain't no extra shit. Ain't no random link-ups, no unnecessary conversations. He keep shit simple.

So why, the fuck, do he see Zay again?

It's been a week since that gas station run-in, and Trey ain't thought too much about it since. But now, he sittin' in the back of a little hole-in-the-wall burger spot, tryna eat in peace, and who the hell walk in?

Zay.

Loud as hell, too.

"Ayooo, y'all niggas still servin'?" he call out, steppin' inside like he own the place. He daps up somebody behind the counter, all smiles like he ain't got a care in the world.

Trey sink a little in his seat, tryna be lowkey. He don't feel like dealin' with all that energy right now.

But of course, Zay spot him in two seconds.

He pause mid-sentence, then grin like he just hit the lottery. "Ain't no fuckin' way."

Trey keep his eyes on his food, actin' like he ain't hear shit.

Zay don't give a damn. He walk straight over, ploppin' down in the booth across from him like he got invited.

"I know damn well you ain't out in public, eatin' by yo'self, like a old nigga," Zay say, leanin' on the table.

Trey sighs, finally lookin' up. "What the fuck you doin' here?"

Zay smirk. "Nigga, I eat. Same as you."

Trey ain't buyin' that shit. "Outta all the spots in the city?"

Zay shrug, stealin' one of Trey's fries like he payin' rent at this table. "I be everywhere. Get used to it."

Trey just stare at him, deadpan.

Zay pop the fry in his mouth, smirkin'. "Damn, nigga, you want me to feed it to you or sum? Why you lookin' like that?"

Trey shake his head, pickin' his burger back up. "Nigga, if you don't get the fuck on..."

Zay laugh, but he don't move. Matter fact, he get more comfortable, stretchin' his legs under the table like he settlin' in.

Trey sighs. "So you just gon' sit here?"

Zay tilt his head. "Why not?"

"'Cause I don't know you."

Zay nods like that's a fair point. "Aight, so get to know me."

Trey pause, eyes narrowin'. "What you want?"

Zay smirk. "Damn. What make you think I want somethin'?"

Trey lean back, foldin' his arms. "'Cause niggas don't just pop up like this for no reason."

Zay study him for a second, then shrug. "Maybe I just fuck wit' yo vibe."

Trey scoff. "Nigga, what vibe? I don't even be talkin'."

Zay grin. "Exactly. Mysterious as hell. It's interesting."

Trey look at him like he crazy. "You one of them niggas that like chasin' shit, huh?"

Zay don't even deny it. "I like what I like."

Trey shake his head, tryna go back to eatin'. "You weird."

Zay smirk, stealin' another fry. "And you act like you don't like it."

Trey don't even argue. He just keep eatin'-but the fact that he don't tell Zay to leave?

Yeah... that's already sayin' too much.