3. Gemini Black #3
I nodded my head, and then I went over to the front of the truck, pulling the driver side door open. I reached for my black Stanley cup that I placed in the cupholder. It was scorching hot, and I was sweating.
I took the cup over to the back of the trailer, where I hopped on, sitting on the back of it.
I had the perfect view of Chris, and Malcolm, as they were inspecting the cars.
I could see Amina too. She wasn’t standing too far away from them.
It’s as if she was in the same trance that Malcolm and Chris were in, as she examined the cars.
“Let me get the paperwork. I’ll be right back,” Chris let me know. I nodded to that, as I finished drinking my water.
Malcolm stayed out here. He was too busy messing around the inside of the Ferrari though.
Amina made her way over to where I was sitting.
Instead of sitting down with me, she chose to stand.
She did prop her butt against the trailer a little bit, and she crossed her arms. I sat my cup down in my lap, and I used this time to turn and look at her.
She kept her arms crossed, as she turned to look at me too.
I felt like she only looked over at me because she could feel my eyes on her.
“You hungry?” I asked. It was the only thing that made sense to ask her. We’ve been on the road for a few hours, and neither one of us snacked on anything on the way over here. I knew I was hungry, but I just wanted to check and see if she was.
“Not really,” she was short with her response.
“Aight. We not going to be here much longer though. We just gotta finish up the inspection and paperwork. Ima pick up something to eat when we leave here. I’ll pick up the next set of cars, fuel up, and we’ll head to Jacksonville,” I let her know.
It was kind of one of those things where she just had to accept what was going to take place.
Even if she wasn’t fuckin with it like that, she had to be on board because I was scheduled to handle this shit today.
Chris eventually came out, holding the paperwork in his hands.
That’s when I hopped off the trailer, so that I could meet up with him.
Inspection took about forty- five minutes.
We had to go over each car, making sure that everything was working, making sure that there weren’t any scratches, dents, none of those things.
Everything checked out, we both signed our name on the dotted line, and I shook it up with the brothers, letting them know that I appreciated their business.
From there, I closed the back of the trailer up, hopped back inside the truck, sitting my cup in the cupholder.
Amina managed to get in the truck on her own this time.
I could tell by her body language that she was shutting down.
It was the way she had her body leaned against the door.
Her back was sort of turned to me, so that I wouldn’t see her face.
I wanted to speak up, say something to her, but her ass was so fuckin moody, that I just let her be.
I went for the dashboard, going for one of the screens, so that I could do a check-off, updating the system, stating that the load was completed. From there, I was notified that a payment was on the way. Usually, the way it worked, the payment would be to me within the next hour or two.
“Ima go to Zaxby’s. You eat that?” I asked Amina.
“You can stop wherever. I told you that I’m not hungry,” her bipolar ass said to me.
I nodded and then pulled off. Zaxby’s wasn’t that far.
I pulled up in less than ten minutes. Pushing this big ass truck, I couldn’t just park it anywhere.
Luckily, Zaxby’s shared a lot with a strip of empty storefronts.
With that, I was able to ease the truck along the far edge, and I parked across several unused spaces that were all the way in the back.
“Ima run in and get something to eat. I’ll lock the doors,” I let Amina know. She didn’t respond. She just nodded her head.
I hopped out of the truck, locking it like I told her I would.
It was easy making it over to the front of the restaurant and walking inside.
With it being noon, it was just a little busy inside.
The line to order your food wasn’t that long.
It was the people waiting on the side to receive their orders that was crowded.
As far as ordering, I was able to walk right up and place an order.
I heard Amina when she told me that she wasn’t hungry.
Truthfully, I couldn’t tell you if she actually wasn’t hungry, or if she had just snapped into one of those moods where she was going to starve herself because of however she was feeling at the moment.
Either way, I ordered something for her to eat too.
I ordered chicken tenders and fries for her.
Shit, the way I saw it, everybody ate chicken tenders and fries.
If she wasn’t fuckin with it, and didn’t want to eat it, she didn’t have to.
I just knew that her mind might change hours from now.
We still had some time left on the road.
Shit would annoy the hell out of me if she decided that an hour from now she wanted to eat something, which is another reason why I’d gotten something for her.
I left the restaurant about ten minutes later, holding onto the food.
I made it to the truck, placing Amina’s food in the back, inside the microwave.
I sat in the driver’s seat, fuckin up my wings, tenders, fries, and toast. I was a big dude that loved to eat, so I finished my meal, and my drink in under ten minutes.
I stepped out the truck, so that I could toss the food in the trash, and then I hopped back on.
In the back, where the sleeping quarters were, I went over to the sink, so that I could wash my hands.
Back in the driver’s seat, I started the truck back up, and pulled out.
The first half of the trip really wasn’t that bad.
We only beefed a little bit about my choice of music.
I could handle little petty shit like that.
I prayed that the final stretch of this drive tonight was smooth like that.
I pray to God this girl didn’t start any shit up with me during this final stretch.