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"come on."
I put my hands into his. his palms were as soft as a marshmallow, his fingernails were freshly coated in clear polish, and his hands were soft
of course this nigga got his rings on. emo ass, I laughed out loud after the thought
"what so funny?" he turned to look at me like a mother telling her child to drop the toy they had picked up
"Nothing sir"
"oh alright"
he turned back around and dragged me to the food court. "you haven't had anything today huh?"
"how you know that?"
"I'm psychic duh."
I turned and looked into the security camera. really nigga? a psychic?
"ay don't give the camera that looks." he let go and gripped my hands again," I am psychic n/n"
"yeah yeah whatever floats your boat or whatever people say"
"you're mean n/n"
"no I'm not." i looked back at him," and how're we supposed to eat in the food court if you're famous??"
"oh yeah lol"
"anyways... we should get food when leaving and eat it in the car?"
"in my car?!!"
"you better use extra napkins and be careful with my baby!" he scolded me
"you kinda sound like my momma."
"you're right though let's go shop first."
"Okay, what's the theme?" I asked while following his lead
"I'm not getting anything I'm here to help you soo..."
"I know that butt like what's the theme?"
"it's like this" he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and fixed his hood, pulling his pants up after
"ohh" I mumbled, he came closer to me to the point where I could smell his cologne, it smelt of lavender and crushed roses.
"you smell good."
"thank you" he backed up and took off his mask to smile before putting it back on
"I said that out loud?"
he chuckled and covered his eyes with his hands before bursting into laughter
"not funny"
"it is though?" he continued laughing as the clerk stared at him holding laughter back also
"it's not gonna be funny when I eat them brownies by myself now is it?"
"no ma'am" he regained his composure
