A/N- Sorry it took me so long but here's the next chapter and I'll be posting the third chapter later this weekend. Enjoy and leave a comment.
It was 10:54 P.M. and the dark streets of Brooklyn were rather mellow. Inside the brownstone buildings were relatively peaceful, largely for Kyle. He was in his bed reading one of many of his African History books. It was his favorite pastime next to exercising. As much as he loved reading anything African related, other things were on his mind. A lawyer named Maxine was invading his thoughts, especially since that bitter exchange with her from earlier. Normally he couldn't care less for Max, other than on a basic, barely tolerable level. With that being said, he still didn't understand why she was the center of his attention.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard several taps on his door.
"Come in." Kyle said.
The door opened to reveal his childhood friend Overton. He was the handyman of the building.
"Hey Kyle!" Overton greeted with his southern twang. "You had fun having the place to yourself?"
The stockbroker just smiled awkwardly.
"I suppose I did. How was your date with Synclaire?"
"Man, it was great! I took her to Sizzler and it's a good thing I held on to those coupons. Then we went to the movies."
Overton and Synclaire had recently hooked up together. They had known each other for a few years but their relationship was a new thing for them, and so far a great one.
"Well, I'm glad you two are getting along." He mumbled in slight irritation.
Overton noticed his friend's sudden change in demeanor.
"Yo shorty, you ok?"
Kyle sighed and set his book beside him.
"A certain woman rained on my parade earlier."
The handyman giggled as he scratched his bald head.
"It's Max right?"
Kyle recounted to Overton of the encounter with the lawyer. When he was done, the handyman simply laughed.
"I thought you were used to being her favorite target by now. It isn't like you to be rattled by her."
The stockbroker stroked his goatee.
"I know and most of the time I'm not but…every now and then that woman has a way of making my skin crawl."
Overton pulled up a chair next to Kyle's bed and sat down.
"The way I see it Kyle is this. I think you and Max got something going on."
The stockbroker gave him a look of bewilderment.
"Nothing is going on between me and that woman."
The handyman slapped his thigh.
"Aw come on, I think you two really would make a great couple."
Kyle shook his head and scoffed at the idea.
"Overton, please don't make me laugh. Maxine has no interest in me nor do I have interest in her. We have nothing in common."
Overton chuckled.
"Actually, both of y'all have a lot in common. The dreadlocks, the stubbornness, the arrogance, the need to outdo each other-"
"Enough already." He growled as he clenched his teeth in irritation. "I think it's time for me to retire."
The handyman rolled his eyes, he might be naïve sometimes but he wasn't oblivious to his friend's avoidance tactics.
"Well, you know I'm right but I will not push the subject any further Kyle Barker." He mocked as he gave Kyle a light jab in the arm.
"Night Kyle."
"Night Overton."
And so his friend left closing the door behind him.
Kyle put his hands behind his head and contemplated.
"A couple?" He began. "I can't even fathom such a thing."
"She doesn't even like me…or is her constant need to argue with me her way of…"
He shook his head quickly.
"No way! I'm not even going to entertain this drivel." He yawned, he was growing tired.
Kyle lied down, pulling the covers over him and drifted off to sleep.
