K expressed surprise, saying, "Oh, you know about that."
"Yes"the woman claimed
"When were you planning to tell me"
"It's not my story to tell"
"But you just told me"
"You don't get to tell me that and it's not my fault that happened. I wasn't even there. You, K, act indifferent to what is happening."
"When did I ---" before K could finish
"Remember the time you came to my house smelling like you had whores on you. Colognes I don't use because they're expensive but you got women on you who has those perfumes."
"Wait, I can explai---"
"I don't need excuse. You had women all over you."
The onlookers were confused and started to whispered
"What the hell is going on"
"I thought they were talking about the other guy being cuckold... Twice infact"
"This is between the couple"
"I don't know if we're on a cafè or a Tyler Perry show"
"The person who caused this is the red-haired woman"
"I always say. NEVER TRUST A COLORED PEOPLE"
"???? That's racist"
"What I mean is a person who has a hair color other than black"
Back to K and the woman
Zack, bewildered, asked, "Wait... What?" Mike, equally surprised, questioned, "K, you know about that?"
Onlookers wore questioning expressions toward K, who confirmed, "Yeah, she told me the same day."
The revelation left everyone thinking, [What a messed-up family], except Scarlet, who remained unfazed, taking a seat.
The waitress who served Scarlet stood beside her, but Scarlet's gaze remained fixed on the unfolding scene.
The woman, curious, asked K, "Why aren't you angry about that?" K, relaxed, responded, "Because that's not my mother, and she can do what she wants."
The unexpected revelation shocked everyone, except Scarlet, who had gleaned the information from reading K's mind.
The cafe buzzed with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and realization.
"What do you mean she's not your mother?" The woman said, her face a mix of confusion and anger.
"Ever since we've known, she's been your mother," said Zack, exchanging glances with Mike.
"Didn't see that one coming," added Mike, scratching his head.
"Well, the woman you all met is my—" Before K could finish his sentence, a cellphone rang, disrupting the revelation.
Ring~~ Ring~~ Ring~~
It was Scarlet's phone.
Scarlet thought [Who the f*** could be calling.]
Scarlet glanced at the caller ID, her expression shifting to one of displeasure.
The people in the cafe turned their attention to Scarlet. They thought
[Who could make this woman unpleasant?]
[She must have realized she's late for work]
[I want to know who is it]
[I wish I can easy her]
She hesitated before reluctantly answering the call.