My younger middle sister had a habit of telling me her business, whether it was someone at her job upsetting her or sharing the descriptive details of her sex life. Ever the little open book she is, you can imagine my shock when I found out she was dating my co-worker.

It was six months ago when we were riding along in her car; the cool air from the air conditioner was a blessing in contrast to the hot Texas heat that was currently outside. We were heading to H Mart today because she had asked me to go with her. Not to mention, within reason, I can never say no to an H Mart trip. A rock song played softly on the speakers while she spoke about her recent guy troubles.

"So I was like, why are you calling me and blowing up my phone, getting all upset because you were the one who said you just wanted to be friends with benefits? Then he was like, 'I know what I said, but still, I don't like that you're hanging around this other guy.'" Her head moved side to side as she mimicked a guy's voice. "So I told him, 'But you said you only wanted to be friends with benefits. I agreed, and when you decided not to talk to me for two weeks and ignored my texts, I blocked you. So you can't get mad. I mean, seriously, Zaelle, doesn’t that seem crazy? Like, how are you just gonna get all upset and in your feelings just because you decided to ignore me and then you get blocked?'"

I sat silently and continued scrolling on Ymusic to find my next song; I wanted to keep the flow going. Plus, the current song was about to end. This type of conversation was normal for me. My only regret this time was that I didn't ask her to pull over at the bar before we left my neighborhood. This conversation would be much more interesting if I had three or four rum and cokes in my system. "Zaelle!" Tessi raised her voice as she looked at me from the driver's seat. "Are you listening?" she said in a cute tone as she poked my arm.

"I heard you the first time, apple head. You don't have to escalate your voice," I said with a sigh, as I continued looking at my phone. "Now, to answer your question, yes, that is crazy. He shouldn't get upset because you blocked him when he was the one who didn't talk to you for two weeks straight," I said, finally settling on the song I wanted to hear. I knew it would also shut my chatty sister up for at least three minutes and fifty-one seconds exactly (longer if she asked me to play it again).

"That's what I'm saying," she exclaimed just as the song began to play softly on the speakers. A small hand crept up to the radio to turn the volume up as she requested that I play it at 0.75x speed. I smiled as I changed the speed and restarted the song.

Twenty minutes and several songs later, we finally pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store. I jumped out of the white Chevy SUV and adjusted my clothes and hair before grabbing my purse out of the car. "Wait a minute, wait a minute, you like to run off; wait here for just a second," Tessi said, slowly getting out of her car. "Yeah well, you are hella slow at getting out of the car. Come on, damn it; I'm hungry," I said, clutching the strap of my light brown purse and giving her an irritated look.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm coming," she said, closing the door and hitting the alarm on the keys.

Taking in my sister's appearance, I placed one hand on my hip. The other hand motioned at her clothing choices: "You know, you aren't going to find someone to lay on and 'watch Netflix with' if you keep coming out with me in pajama pants and a random t-shirt."

"Who said I was looking in the first place?" she said with a humph as she held her head up and walked toward the store. After scouring the store for different items and losing my sister three times as she wandered off looking at random things, we were finally done grocery shopping and ready to grab food. I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into some delicious bulgogi. I had two more bakeries I needed to go to after we finished eating. While both stores carried milk bread, only one had my favorite coffee bread.

We finished loading the groceries and the bread from the first two bakeries into the car. "I want those corn dogs we had the last time," Tessi stated while looking at her phone. "Well, that's too damn bad," I said, mimicking the old guy from a movie I saw as a kid. "We're going to get K-bbq instead. I have a taste for bulgogi," I said excitedly. "You got a taste for booty," she said with fake shock, a laugh playing on her lips. "No, dumbass, I said bulgogi," I said as I thumped her on the forehead. "Ow! Don't get mad. You're the one who said you had a taste for booty; I heard it." "No, you heard bulgogi. Get your hearing checked." I exclaimed as I stomped off in the direction of the K-bbq restaurant. "Zaelle wait up!" she called out trying to catch up as I walked even faster.

I look back once and notice a slight smile on my sister's face as she looks at her phone.

I wonder what that's about.