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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑
𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀, 𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐀
𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎
Grabbing my Glock , I think about my plans for today.
Go get breakfast, hit the gym, hit the club, probably go hit a bad bitch then complete my final mission.
This time it requires no compensation.
I put on my pajamas and head to ihop .
It was this bad lil bitch in the entry, her name tag read "Missharon"
"Wassup ma"
"Heyy, how can I help u?"
"Table fa one and Uhh ... yo numba "
She playfully giggled but I wasn't laughing.
"Okay I can get that menu for you and here's my number"
We headed down to a empty table.
I playful grabbed her arm.
"Sit with me"
"I gotta get back to work-"
"Girl Fuck that job. I'll take care of u way better than this low ass paying job. Just trust me ma"
She looked over to the side to see a male dressed in jewels.
"Who dat is? Yo manager a sum? He icy as hell"
"Naw that's my boyfriend" she say with embarrassment.
"Come hea ian gone hurt u"
I began to whisper in her ear.
"Fuck yo nigga. Fuck his feelings"
She walked away, I keep staring at that ass.
Her surgeon not right for that....
A waitress finally approached me after 5 minutes, I read her name tag as "Kris"
She ugly as fuck
"Hey welcome to ihop. Can I get you started with anything to drink?"
"Yeah baby lemme get a orange juice. I'm ready to order to"
"Alright what can I get for you?"
"Lemme get y'all buttermilk pancakes with butter on top of my shit , some eggs scrambled and some hash browns"
"Alright it's that it for u?"
"Yea that's it"
She took my menu and I sat up there really thinking about what my life about to come to.
