A.Powell’s MarriedSistas
“Girl, you need to stop,” Tina laughed, nearly spilling her drink. “You been single so long you probably forgot how to flirt.”
“I know how to flirt,” Sapphire defended dramatically. “I just choose peace. Every time I entertain somebody, they come with trauma, three baby mamas, or a ‘lemme hold something.’”
“That last one is too real,” Audrey muttered, sipping her margarita.
Lola leaned back in the booth quietly, scrolling through her phone for a second before locking it. Tina caught the shift in her mood immediately.
“What’s up with you?” Tina asked. “You been quiet since we got here.”
“Nothing,” Lola lied quickly.
“All that ‘nothing’ be something,” Sapphire replied. “Spit it out.”
Lola sighed heavily before finally looking up. “Trevor came by my apartment last night.”
The table went silent for a second.
“The Trevor?” Audrey asked cautiously.
“Yes, the Trevor,” Lola groaned. “Talking about he misses me and he changed.”
Tina almost choked on her drink laughing. “Changed into WHAT?”
“A liar with manners,” Sapphire added.
“I’m serious,” Lola said, though she started laughing too. “He was standing outside my building with flowers looking homeless and heartbroken.”
“Did you let him in?” Audrey asked.
Lola hesitated too long.
“OH MY GOD,” Tina yelled. “You did!”
“It was cold outside!”
“And your brain got cold with him?” Sapphire shot back.
The girls burst out laughing so loud nearby people started glancing over at their booth.
Lola shook her head smiling. “Nothing happened. He just talked.”
“That’s how it always start,” Audrey warned softly. “Talking turns into ‘I miss you,’ then next thing you know you crying in the bathroom listening to Summer Walker.”
“Exactly,” Tina agreed. “Men come back when life beat they ass.”
Before Lola could respond, Sapphire’s eyes drifted toward the entrance of the lounge. Her joking expression slowly disappeared.
Audrey noticed immediately. “What?”
Sapphire sat up straighter. “Don’t look now…”
Naturally, Tina turned immediately. “Too late.”
Walking through the lounge doors was a tall dark-skinned man in all black with diamond studs shining under the dim lights. Behind him were two other men laughing loudly as they followed him inside.
Lola’s entire face dropped.
Audrey blinked. “Wait… ain’t that—”
“Navon,” Lola finished quietly.
Tina looked between both of them. “Hold on. THE Navon? The one you used to mess with before Trevor?”
Lola grabbed her drink nervously. “I didn’t know he still came here.”
As if he felt somebody staring, Navon looked directly toward their booth.
And smiled.
Navon adjusted the black watch on his wrist before casually making his way through the lounge. The bass from the music thumped through the floor while people danced and laughed around them, but somehow Lola only focused on him getting closer.
“Tina,” Sapphire muttered under her breath, “if you say something embarrassing, I swear—”
“I’m not,” Tina whispered back, already grinning.
Navon finally reached their booth, one hand tucked in his pocket. Up close, he looked even better than Lola remembered. Calm. Confident. Dangerous in a quiet type of way.
“Well damn,” he smirked. “I thought I was seeing things.”
Audrey gave a polite smile while Tina leaned back dramatically. “Look who decided to pop out.”
Navon chuckled softly before looking directly at Lola. “You been good?”
Lola kept her composure the best she could. “I’ve been alright.”
“Mhm.” He nodded slowly like he didn’t fully believe her.
Sapphire cleared her throat. “So… y’all just gon’ have a staring contest in front of us or what?”
Everybody laughed, breaking the tension.
“Nah,” Navon said. “My bad. I ain’t even introduce myself.” He pointed around the table jokingly. “I know you,” he said to Tina. “You loud everywhere apparently.”
“Very,” Audrey added.
Tina rolled her eyes. “And proud.”
Navon smiled before greeting Audrey and Sapphire properly. His energy was smooth, respectful. Nothing forced about it.
“So what y’all doing tonight besides interrogating Lola?” he asked.
“We having a girls night,” Sapphire answered. “Trying to stay drama free.”
“Good luck with that around Tina,” Navon joked.
“Boy please,” Tina said. “You look like drama yourself.”
His friends called him from across the lounge, but Navon barely looked away from the table.
“I’ma let y’all enjoy y’all night,” he said finally. Then his eyes landed on Lola again. “But it was good seeing you.”
Lola nodded slowly. “You too.”
He started walking away before suddenly turning back around.
“Oh—and Lola?”
“Hm?”
“You still owe me forty dollars from that food spot in Brooklyn.”
The table exploded with laughter.
Lola’s mouth fell open. “You are such a liar!”
“Nah,” Navon grinned, backing away. “Interest probably made it sixty by now.”
Tina was laughing so hard she leaned onto Audrey’s shoulder. “OH he likes you bad.”
Lola shook her head trying not to smile.
But across the lounge, Navon looked back one more time before disappearing into the crowd. And somehow that quick glance made Lola’s stomach turn in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.
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Spending quality time with close friends can be a mixed bag of emotions, especially when past relationships show up unexpectedly, as Lola and her friends experience in this story. I've personally found that a girls' night out, like the one described in A.Powell’s MarriedSistas, is not just about fun but often a moment of reflection and support. When someone from your past, like Trevor or Navon, makes an appearance, it stirs up old feelings and unresolved issues. This can be both challenging and an opportunity for growth. In my own life, reconnecting under such circumstances forced me to confront what I wanted to leave behind and what I might still cherish. The dynamics among friends—each with their own views and humor—mirror real-life conversations where laughter and serious moments intertwine. The story highlights the importance of setting boundaries and the trials of choosing peace over drama. Lola's hesitation in letting Trevor in is a common dilemma many face—balancing kindness with self-preservation. The playful banter about flirtation, trauma, and baby mamas adds authenticity and relatability to the dialogue, showing how friends often use humor to cope with complicated emotions. Navon's arrival adds a mix of suspense and nostalgia, capturing how past relationships can unexpectedly impact the present. The small details, like the owed money from Brooklyn or his smirking confidence, deepen the realism of such encounters. I've noticed that these moments often prompt us to reassess our current emotional state and sometimes act as a catalyst for change. Ultimately, this scene showcases the strength found in sisterhood, where supportive friends help navigate love’s messy waters. It reminds me of how sharing stories and laughter with close friends can provide clarity and comfort amid life's unpredictability. Whether it’s discussing the challenges of dating or quietly observing someone from the past, these moments are integral to our personal journeys.
