"Even when we departed you never left me. I carried everything you said to me and did for me even when we were apart. You were inside of me. You'll always be a piece of me."
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Sitting in her car in the parking lot of a shopping center, Magenta patiently waits on Pandora to arrive. They're supposed to be getting manicures and pedicures together. Waitin' on 'em boys outside, she sings at the top of her lungs like she's MO3 herself. A white lady walking by tries to look into her car, but Gen's windows are tinted. It's definitely because her music is blasting and can probably be heard from outside. "Boo bitch," she mumbles continuing to sing in the privacy of her vehicle.
Her phone begins ringing causing the music to stop and she assumes it's Pandora to say she's here. Instead her phone screen has Gee's name attached to a FaceTime making her face screw up. It's been a week since she saw him at that Day Party and she gave him her number. She didn't know how to feel about it, so she chose to feel nothing.
"I barely gave you my number. You're mighty comfortable Facetiming me," she answers not looking into the screen. She pulls the sun visor down to look at herself in the mirror. She ruffles her fingers through her light pink pixie cut getting it to a wild yet tamed perfection for the look she wants. Her hairstylist did his thing with this look, but she's ready for a new cut and color because she loves to experiment.
"A number is to be used, right?" She glances down at her screen seeing he's giving back the same attitude she is, but his is more playful. Touché, nigga, touché. "What are you doing?"
