ʏᴀɴɴɪ | ᴏ.ꜱʜᴏᴛᴀʀᴏ

Intro: 1

December 31st, 2025
10:19 PM
Detroit, Michigan

"Yo, kid,"

Your eyes floated up to the mirror in front of you and at the man standing by your door.

"Ten minutes."

You let out a barely audible hum, looking back down at the notebook in your lap and twirling your pen between your fingers.

Another girl sat behind you on a window ledge, a cigarette locked between her teeth, watching the man leave before taking a long enough drag for her to stand.

"Look at you," She blew out smoke. "So professional after your first month..."

She saw that your head hadn't moved from its lowered position and ran her hand across your shoulder, one of her fingers coiling around the curls in your hair.

"Yaya," You heard her voice whisper in your right ear. "I know you heard me..."

"I did," You chuckled once you felt the strands of her hair brush against the side of your neck. "Just don't know what you mean by professional..."

"Yes, you do - going over your lines, having these fuckheads around here answering to you and responding with an 'Mm,' not even batting an eye at them," The girl stuck her cigarette in between your lips. "Anyone can look at you and say you've done this before."

"C'mon with that, Dee - be real with me..."

"I am being real with you. From a...manager POV." She chuckled back.

"But I ain't talkin' to no manager right now," You spun your chair around to face her. "I'm talkin' to my girl. Look, I don't need you startin' on that 'Hall of Fame Rapper' joint now - you and I both know I'm only doin' this shit to pass the time, man..."

"Hey, look at me." The girl crouched to get at eye level with you. "Are you looking?"

"Yeah, I'm lookin'."

"Cool, now listen here," She placed her hands on your thighs. "Manager or not, what I'm saying is the truth. You hear it every night; those people out there love you. Then you got me,"

She waited for you to pull from the cigarette before taking it from you. "I love everything you do," She started in Japanese. "That includes this rap shit."

You chuckled at her again, looking over at your backpack in the chair next to you and pulling it into your lap. "I wanted to wait 'til midnight to give you this, but I'm not tryna wait no more."

You zipped open the front zipper of the backpack and pulled out a black velvet box wrapped in a purple ribbon, handing it to the girl for her to open.

She pulled at the ribbon and watched it flutter delicately to the blue carpeted floor. Her fingers stilled over the opening to the box before she looked at you as if looking for some confirmation, which you nodded with a small smirk on your face.

She flipped the lid open to reveal a glittering gold chain resting on a plush pillow, a gold nameplate adorning the chain with the name "Yanni" engraved.

"You slick fucker..."

You giggled lowly, taking the chain out of the box and clipping it around the girl's neck in the mirror.