❧ 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑬𝑵𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑫 the smell of fresh air as you walked out the automatic doors. You kept your hand above your eyes so the sunlight would blind your eyes as you looked around the parking lot to find Hakeem's car.
Since Hakeem brought extra clothes for you to change into a few days ago before your leave, you didn't have to worry about wearing your dress or even your heels out.
You wore a white long sleeve shirt that had the Vans brand printed on it, as well with black sweatpants to go with it. You wore your white slip on vans that matched with your shirt.
You smiled after finally seeing a familiar jet black, jeep wrangler pulling up beside you. Hakeem honked his horn and stuck his head out the window.
"Get in loser, we're going shopping," Hakeem stuck his tongue out and giggled but quickly rested his face, "No like deadass we're going shopping."
You smiled at Hakeem as you held your bag that had your laptop, sketchbook, and your clothes that you wore to Chanel's party and walked to the passenger side of Hakeem's car.
"Whew," you placed your bag in the backseat before putting on your seatbelt. You pulled down the sun visor and looked at yourself in the mirror, "You got a comb?"
"Yuh," Hakeem pulled open the arm rest and took out a comb, handing it to you.
"Thanks," you pulled off your bonnet and started to comb your red colored lace, patting it down with your hand right after, "Ight let's go," you dropped the comb into the cup holder and pulled out your phone as Hakeem began driving.
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