Brooklyn Bombshells: Part 2

“You okay?” he asked her.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” she replied matter-of-factly.

Pyro stood in front of her, looking handsome in his street clothes.

Seeing him fully dressed, she then asked him, “Are you gonna be back for dinner?”

Dinner? Pyro survived on protein shakes, vegetable smoothies, and fast food. Having someone cook him dinner wasn’t in his program. But the cheerless look on Chanel’s face made him rethink leaving so abruptly.

“You know what? I got time to chill,” he said, pulling off his hoodie and kicking off his Yeezys.

“I thought you were leaving?”

“Nah. I’m in no rush.” Pyro plopped down on the couch quite close to Chanel and got comfortable.

Chanel moved over, widening the space between them, and replied, “You don’t have to stay because of me, Pyro. I’ll be okay.”

“I know. But I wanna stay. It’s cool.”

He decided to hang out with her for a while. She was watching an episode of House Hunters, the beach house edition.

“You like this show, huh?” he said.

“Yeah. It’s fun to watch rich people live their lives so freely and spend money on something like a summer home on the beach. Coming from the projects, we can’t even fathom that. But hey, if you got it, you got it, and why not spend it on what makes you happy?” She shrugged.

“I feel you.”

Chanel asked him, “I’m curious. What makes you happy, Pyro?”

“Making money,” he replied.

She chuckled. “And that’s it?”

“What else?”

She didn’t push any further. Pyro was an intriguing guy. He kept to himself, kept a low profile, was extremely clean, and he was a loyal friend. Chanel knew there were demons deep inside of him and he had a violent past, but overall, he was a nice guy.

They continued to watch the show and chitchat a bit. It didn’t take long for Pyro to become somewhat captivated by watching families, mostly white, searching for a new home with the assistance of a real estate agent.

“Have you ever thought about buying a house?” she asked.

“Nah, not really.”

“It would be a good investment for your future.”

“I guess. But I live alone, so who would I buy a house for? Shit, I do fine living in a nice apartment and doing me. A nigga like me ain’t tryin’ to be boo’d up.” He laughed.

When he smiled Chanel realized how large and perfectly round his eyes were. He had innocent, pronounced eyes that were deceptive, whereas Mateo’s eyes were small, slightly slanted, and sexy.

“You wanna be a bachelor all your life?”

“Right now, I’m not really looking. But if something right comes along, I might rethink it.”

She smiled. “Someone will, Pyro. You’re a nice guy—handsome too. You’ll make some woman very happy.”

“Right now, I’m trying to make all of them happy as long as they’re making me happy,” he joked.

“You’re so stupid,” Chanel giggled.