Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 2

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“I mean, she’s smart, beautiful, and ambitious, and we can make a great life together,” he stated.

“Mecca is a great person. I can definitely cosign on that. So, you’re in love with her, huh?”

“I do love her.”

“And she really loves you too.”

Pyro continued to smile and drive to their destination.

“I went to see Mateo again. He asked about you,” Chanel said.

“How’s he coming along?”

“Every day is a blessing for him. And he’s coming along really well.”

“Damn, I’ve been meaning to go visit him, but I’ve been so caught up with everything . . .”

“He understands, Pyro. He’s grateful for everything you’ve done for him, including keeping up with his medical expenses,” she said.

“Yeah, but I need to start being there for him more. I’ve been distracted,” he said.

“You’re in love. That’s a reasonable distraction,” she replied.

Pyro was grateful to have Chanel as a friend. He knew that he could talk to her about anything. She was a good listener and she gave good advice. Their conversation continued freely until Pyro arrived at his destination in the city.

Chanel was confused. She wondered why they were in the Diamond District. Pyro looked at her with a smile, and he picked up on her confusion.

“I bet you wanna know why we’re here,” he said, pulling into a parking garage.

“Yeah.”

“I need your help in picking out an engagement ring for Mecca.”

Ah-Ah, what…? she thought. Chanel was shocked and speechless.

“Are you serious?”

“The utmost.”

She didn’t know what to say or how to react, so she just smiled. She glanced down at her own empty ring finger and swallowed a host of emotions—jealousy being one of them. It looked like Mecca was going to get married before her. Her friend’s life had changed for the better, and she felt that her life had been destroyed.

“She deserves it, Chanel. Mecca is great woman and I’m not trying to lose her,” Pyro said as he got out of the car.

Chanel reluctantly followed him out of the garage and into the quaint jewelry retailer. Right away, they were greeted by an orthodox Jewish man with a grizzly beard who was dressed in black clothing and long curls.

“Welcome. I’m Seth. How may I help you, my friend?” the man asked.

“I’m here to buy a diamond engagement ring for my girlfriend,” Pyro said.

Seth immediately assumed that Chanel was his lady. He smiled at her and said, “Well, congratulations.”

“Oh, it’s not me,” she quickly corrected. “I’m just here to help him pick out the perfect ring for my friend.”

“Well, tell me what you’re looking for and we can take things from there,” said the jeweler.

“No doubt,” Pyro happily replied.