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Wednesday August 14 2019|| Vegas, Nevada ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
**Three Weeks Later...**
Samaria sat cross-legged on her plush bed, her MacBook open as she typed an email to the admissions office. She was officially pushing her Sophomore year start date from fall to winter.
The decision had weighed heavily on her mind for weeks; moving out of state while still carrying the pain of her father's passing made her hesitant.
The uncertainty of diving into a new chapter felt overwhelming, and despite her desire for a fresh start, she needed more time.
Her room was bathed in the soft afternoon glow filtering through her sheer curtains. The warm light bounced off her clean, white walls, giving the space a cozy and serene atmosphere.
A few framed canvases of herself decorated the wall above her bed, while her vanity, lined with neatly organized makeup and skincare products, sparkled under the golden rays. On the bed beside her, her phone buzzed, interrupting her thoughts.
She glanced down, a smile creeping onto her face as Kentrell's name flashed across the screen. With a quick swipe, she accepted the FaceTime call, propping her phone up against her laptop, heart racing as she waited for the screen to connect.
Kentrell's face appeared, and immediately his signature diamond-studded grin lit up the screen. His freshly lined up hair, framing his sharp jawline. He rocked a white tank top, his tattoos prominently displayed, adding to his rugged charm.
A freshly lit cigarette hung from his lips, the smoke swirling lazily as he leaned back in his chair.
Samaria couldn't help but beam at his compliment, playfully dragging out his name. "Yesss, Kentrellll," she teased, her voice laced with a flirty tone. Her bright skin glowed under the warm light, her hair slicked back into a sleek ponytail, and she wore a simple white crop top paired with gray sweatpants.
Her background revealed her cozy room, complete with soft beige bedding and a few neatly stacked Target shopping bags on the floor from a recent splurge.
Kentrell chuckled, his Baton Rouge accent heavy as he leaned back in his chair, "Why you ain't play me back in 8-ball? You just duckin' my win at this point."
Samaria rolled her eyes, but the amusement was clear in her voice. "Boy, you was cheatin' from the jump. You know you got lucky."
