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Frank job didn’t sound too bad to him.
    Lucky interrupted Quick’s thoughts as he draped his arm around his neck. “You thinking too much. We gon’ be fine. Stop worrying so much,” he added as the two headed to his hooptie. “Let’s grab us some food.”
    Lucky pulled his hooptie up inside IHOP’s parking lot and cut the engine off. “I’m hungrier than a muthafucka,” he said as him and Quick entered the restaurant.
    Seconds later the two men were handed menus and led over to a booth by the window.
    â€œCheer up,” Lucky said. “Damn! You about to make me depressed.”
    â€œI’m just tired of losing,” Quick responded as he saw the waitress making her way to their table. “I’m ready to win.”
    â€œHow y’all doing today?” Tiffany said politely. “Can I start off by getting y’all something to drink?”
    â€œYeah, let me get some orange juice,” Lucky said, looking over the menu.
    â€œI’ll have the same,” Quick said as he and Tiffany locked eyes for a second.
    â€œComing right up.” Tiffany slightly smiled then disappeared through the double doors that led to the kitchen.
    As the waitress walked off, Quick made sure to look at Tiffany’s nice-sized ass poking out through her work pants.
    â€œYou better stop looking at the waitress like that before Kat pop up out of nowhere and whip yo’ ass,” Lucky said half-jokingly.
    â€œFuck Kat! She don’t give a shit about nobody but herself.” Quick waved Lucky off. “But let’s get down to business. We got a week to get rid of Frank.”
    â€œThis shit going to be harder than it sounds. You know that, right?” Lucky said exhaling loudly.
    Before he could say another word, the waitress reappeared at their table carrying their drinks.
    â€œHere you go,” Tiffany said, politely sitting their drinks down on the table. She glanced over at Quick then her eyes immediately went down to the floor. She wasn’t used to looking men in the eye. The last time she did that, Blake almost beat her half to death.
    â€œAre y’all ready to order yet?”
    â€œYeah,” Lucky said, still looking over the menu that sat in front of him. “Lemme get some waffles and sausages.”
    Tiffany wrote down Lucky’s order then turned and looked at Quick, who favored the rapper Maino. “You ready to order?”
    â€œYeah,” Quick replied. “I’ll take the T-bone steak and some onion rings.” He handed Tiffany back the menu.
    â€œNot a problem. Coming right up.” Tiffany smiled as she walked off and disappeared through the double doors again.
    â€œDamn! You was all in shorty mouth,” Lucky teased.
    â€œNah, I just wanted to make sure she got my order right,” Quick lied. He was really checking out the bruises on her face, which she had tried to cover with makeup. Quickly changing the subject, he said, “So how do you think we should handle this Frank situation?”
    â€œI say we just take two days and watch how he move, then come up with a game plan.”
    Quick nodded his head up and down. He knew once this job was done the money would definitely come rolling in, especially since him and Lucky would be on a winning team.
    Everybody on Turf’s team was paid, and drove luxury cars. Quick was just so tired of losing, he was willing to do almost anything to win.
    â€œSounds like a good idea to me,” Quick said as he watched Tiffany stroll back over to their table carrying their food.
    â€œYou guys, enjoy.”
    Tiffany smiled as she walked back in the direction from which she had just come. When she was at work was the only time she had any peace. There, she was all smiles, but as soon as it was almost time for her to go home, that pretty smile always seemed to fade away.
    After the two men finished their dinner, Quick paid the bill and left the nice waitress a