Chapter 20

No, hell to the no. "I think I'll stick to the Americans." "Now, don't be racist now. There are some great Spanish men as well and I heard from one of the nurses at the hospital that Jamaican men are keepers." I laugh, "I wasn't being racist. I was just generalizing. I actually love Spanish men, Jamaicans, I'm not too sure about." "Sweetheart, I just want you to be happy." "I am happy." ....... "Girl hurry up." I ran over to my bag and grab it. Iris and Brandon were not the waiting type. "I'm coming. I'm waiting on the elevator." I lied. I'm not even out the door yet. "No, you're not. I hear barking." I frown, and I didn't even hear the noises the puppies were making. Little traitors. "I'm coming." This time I spoke the truth. I close my apartment door and walked down the hall to the elevator. When I entered a teenage boy was in there with his bike and like regular teenagers these days, he ignored me and was on his phone until we reached the ground floor. I open the back-se