When Shayla Finds out that Iman has gifted Delicia a new Car!😱 Full Story Below 👇
When Shayla Finds out that Iman has gifted Delicia a new Car!😱
Scene: Group chat blows up at 9:17 AM
Shayla:
……so nobody was gonna tell me Iman bought Delicia a WHOLE CAR???
Iman:
Good morning to you too 😐
Delicia:
Shayla pls don’t start.
Shayla:
DON’T start?? Delicia I just saw you pull up in a brand-new car like you’re in a music video.
Iman:
It’s not “brand-new,” it’s just new-new.
Shayla:
IMAN.
You bought her a CAR.
With four doors.
And an ENGINE.
Iman:
Cars usually have engines, yes.
Shayla:
Don’t get smart with me. When did this happen??
Delicia:
Yesterday.
Shayla:
YESTERDAY??
So while I was eating leftover pasta, y’all were out here changing lives?
Iman:
She needed something reliable.
Shayla:
She needed UBERS like the rest of us.
Delicia:
My old car literally died on the freeway, Shayla.
Shayla:
Okay but a new car is CRAZY. That’s not “I care about you,” that’s “I’m planning a future.”
Iman:
Why are you acting like I proposed?
Shayla:
Because cars are the pre-engagement ring, Iman.
Delicia:
Please 😭 it’s not that deep.
Shayla:
It’s ALWAYS that deep.
What kind of car is it?
Delicia:
…a Mercedes.
Shayla:
A WHAT???
Shayla (typing… deleting… typing again):
So you didn’t just buy her a car.
You bought her a statement.
Iman:
Relax.
Shayla:
No. YOU relax.
Because last month you said you were “being financially responsible.”
Iman:
I am.
Shayla:
Responsible people buy gas cards.
Not luxury vehicles.
Delicia:
I didn’t ask for it!
Shayla:
That almost makes it worse.
Iman:
Why does this bother you so much?
Shayla:
Because I’ve known you for TEN YEARS and the nicest thing you ever bought me was tacos.
Iman:
They were good tacos.
Shayla:
They were from a truck.
She got a German automobile.
Delicia:
Shayla…
Shayla:
No, I’m happy for you. Truly.
I just need to understand what level of rich-in-love we’re operating on.
Iman:
I wanted to do something nice. That’s it.
Shayla:
Nice is flowers.
Nice is a spa day.
Nice is NOT a monthly payment.
Delicia:
I tried to say no.
Shayla:
And he ignored you?
Iman:
She said “you don’t have to.”
Shayla:
See, that’s rich people language for “I want it.”
Delicia:
I HATE YOU 😭
Iman:
Look, Shayla, you’re acting like this affects you personally.
Shayla:
It does.
Because now every man I meet is about to disappoint me.
Delicia:
That is not our fault.
Shayla:
So what, you just handed her the keys like “here you go, babe”?
Iman:
I put a bow on it.
Shayla:
YOU PUT A BOW ON A CAR???
Delicia:
It was cute…
Shayla:
I’m sick. I need to sit down.
Iman:
You’ll be fine.
Shayla:
No I won’t.
Because next thing I know, y’all are engaged and I’m explaining this story at brunch like,
“Yeah… it started with a car.”
Delicia:
We are NOT engaged.
Shayla:
Yet.
Iman:
Can we all calm down?
Shayla:
I will calm down when I see the car in person.
Delicia:
You’re not driving it.
Shayla:
I just wanna sit in it and feel motivated.
Iman:
Unbelievable.
Shayla:
Congratulations though.
I’m mad, shocked, impressed, and slightly inspired.
Delicia:
Thank you… I think?
Shayla:
Iman?
Iman:
Yes?
Shayla:
If you ever buy someone a house, warn me first.
Iman:
Noted.
Later — Shayla finally sees the car in person
Shayla:
…okay wow.
Delicia:
Don’t touch it.
Shayla:
I just wanna smell the inside.
Iman:
She can sit in it.
Delicia:
IMAN??
Shayla (sitting in the driver’s seat):
Yeah… I get it now.
Delicia:
Get WHAT.
Shayla:
The silence.
The way you just stared at him holding the keys.
The way this feels like a promise without words.
Iman:
You’re reading too much into it.
Shayla:
Am I?
Because men don’t buy cars for fun.
They buy cars when they’re serious.
Delicia (quiet):
Iman…
Iman:
I just wanted you to feel safe.
Shayla:
…and there it is.
Delicia:
That’s all I ever wanted.
Shayla:
Okay I’m done.
I can’t witness a soft launch of love in real time.
Final moment — Shayla walking away, turning back
Shayla:
One last thing.
Iman:
Yeah?
Shayla:
If you hurt her—
Iman:
I won’t.
Shayla:
Good.
Because I know where you live.
Delicia:
SHAYLA 😭
Iman (smiling):
Fair enough.

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