"What's got you in a good mood?" my man asks. I look up at him startled. I feel my face reverting back to it's solemn-try-to-act-happy version. 

"No reason. I just felt like playing music. How was work?"

"So Shawn isn't a factor?" Jerome asks, completely ingnoring my question.

"What?" I ask innocently. How'd he know about Shawn? ... The friend! He must've told Jerome! Thhat's how he knew I was taken... Jerome's voice takes me out of my thoughts, "don't 'what?' me." Jerome looks at me sternly. "You ain't stupid. I ain't stupid. So let's not act like it."

Internally, I scoff. if he knows that I'm not stupid, they why is he playin' me and acting like I don't know wassup?

"Seriously, babe," I say forcing a small smile. "Shawn is just a friend. He knows that. It's only you."

My man is quiet, analyzing me. He nods once, "Better be." Walking off he lossens his tie and makes his way to our room. I sigh, feeling down.

I finish making the mean, not listening to the music filling the air.