Four weeks which added up to a month. That had came and gone since they've touched back down in the city. Reyna had been booked up for these past few weeks.
Everybody wanted a seat in Reyna's chair and when demands exceeds the supply, prices tend to rise. She wasn't playing with her own potential anymore.
Every day all day she stood behind that chair from when the first client came till the last client leaves. And when she wasn't at the shop she was adjusting to her new environment. Reyna had been in a new home for a month now and it was furnished from front to back but here and there she still found herself adding more decor.
Yo Gotti 'We Can Get It On' blared through the speakers of the matte black BMW X6 that sped up the Sam Houston Freeway.
He quickly merged over to exit off the freeway.
Pulling up to the Shell gas station they were right by the Galleria. He was on a half of tank but he liked to keep his tank on full. Turning the music down he looked over at Reyna who sat in the passenger seat.
Her body looked good in the Charlotte Knowles Harley Weir Edition Perse Dress. The dress was sexy leaving little imagination to let his and whoever else mind wander. The Tom Ford Soleil Blanc shimmering body oil danced against her caramel skin. Her French tip toes were in the Dolce and Gabanna Kiera Lily-embroidered sandal heels. The light pink Chanel Pearl Mini Drawstring Bucket Bag sat next to her in the seat.
"You want sum out the store?" He asks, pulling the thirty-two inches of raw Indian hair over her shoulder she looked at him.
"I'm fine." She said, as he nodded
"You sure?" He asks, as she nodded with a small smile. She watched as he climbed out of the car pulling up his pants. He closed the door behind himself leaving her in the car alone.
She liked tonight's dinner look. Reyna decided to try something new and that something new was micro links. In all her twenty-five years of living she never had weave in her head unless it was for a braid ponytail.
Replying back to a few people who replied to her story before watching a few stories of her own. The driver's door opened.
He slid into the driver's seat and walked around the car to pump the gas. Couple of prostitutes was working the corners, and a couple of crackheads lingered the streets.
Soon as he was done he hopped back in the car. He looked over at Reyna smiling. Showing the crookedness of his teeth. Which was something she couldn't deal with at first but Reyna gave him the benefit of the doubt. Which is how they ended up right here. After running him down for weeks she finally let him take her on a date.
24 year old; Ezra stood 6'2. He was brown skinned and his arms were inked up. He was attractive but everybody had their own opinion. He had nice built to him. He wasn't skinny and wasn't husky either.
He was easy on the eyes and his personality was cool but he wasn't no Gino but she wasn't looking for a replacement she was simply doing what she should have did after her breakup with Dre. Dating.
Ezra and Reyna were driving back from what Reyna would say was a perfect date night. They had dinner at Steak48 followed by a helicopter ride of the city. She couldn't lie Ezra did his thing. She liked that he put his effort and thought into their date.
"You good shawty?" He asked, causing her to nod. His Houston accent lingered all throughout his voice.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for asking." She said.
"You welcome." He says.
He wasted no time pulling off and away from the gas station towards Reyna's house which was in the area. She was glad that she now lived in the Uptown area of Houston. Even though she was about thirty-minutes from the shop she would take this over the projects any day.
