"I can't even trip off him right now. I'm not myself. I feel rusty. I'm struggling. I've pitched out this whole concept idea and now I'm like 'can I deliver?' I don't feel like I can." I say.
"Of course you can. Everyone has imposter syndrome but you gotta dig deep. Just gotta find what excites you. You got this." Michelle said.
"Problem is he excites me. That's the problem." I sigh.
"Oh, you gotta find what excites you more." She responds.
We were currently looking around at some boutique. The clothes are really nice. I'm hoping it could give me a better idea than that disaster. Seriously, how was I supposed to know that lady's peacock died?
Who the fuck even has a peacock as a pet? It just doesn't sound normal. And then naming it after Taraji P Henson. She's a bad bitch, no lie, but it's such an odd name for a pet.
My eyes landed on the off white blazer type of jacket. It's actually really cute.
"What you got there? That's cute." Beyoncé said.
"That'll be good for date night." Michelle said.
"Well I'd have to get a date first." I say.
"That part." Beyoncé mumbled.
"Well." Michelle shrugged. "I may have a guy that I want to introduce you to."
Beyoncé looked at me before looking at Michelle. "What guy?"
"Kelly don't say no so fast. This guy is solid. He owns the wine shop. Bubbles and Brew? He's 50 years old. He can spell. He can write." Michelle said.
I looked over at Beyoncé in disbelief. "He can spell."
"He can spell." Beyoncé copied as we somewhat mocked her.
I get she's trying to give me a description of the guy but you gotta do better than that. He's 50. I would hope he can spell and write.
"He might be a eater of pussies." Michelle continued.
I gave her an amusing look. "Now that's all you had to say."
