This is the story of Kirsnick "Nick" Ball and Asia Logan, two childhood friends who are on the journey of navigating love, success, salvation, and the true meaning of family in the city of Atlanta.
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Nick spent the next few days taking in his mother's advice on how to sweep Asia off of her feet. Migos had a few shows planned in Vegas for the following weekend and he really wanted to take Asia on a date before he left town with the team.
Asia was in over her head at the office. She had been working overtime, even nights doing research on listings and setting up meetings and property tours. Her and Nick hadn't seen each other since the day of the storm and even though they talked on the phone, she was starting to feel like he was becoming a bit distant with her. She wrote it off as him being busy with his music, but deep down inside, she wondered if things had become complicated between them after opening up to each other romantically.
At 12pm on a Friday afternoon, Asia's receptionist stood outside of her office door smiling like an idiot before finally knocking. Asia looked up from her laptop and motioned for Tamela to come inside. "Yes Tamela, what do you need?" Asia asked in a slightly aggravated tone. "Ms. Logan, you have a special delivery up front! Would you like me to sign for it?" The receptionists asked, still cheesing from ear to ear. "Yes, as long as we aren't being served or anything, you can sign for it Tamela, thanks." Asia said, giving the receptionist a gentle smile. Moments later Tamela was back at Asia's door, but this time she was acting as a door prop as two delivery men began hauling in huge bouquets of flowers. White roses in vases, multi colored tulips inside gift boxes, pink orchids, 100 count carnations, poppies in gold foil, and begonias by the dozens! Once her desk was filled with flowers, they started stacking them on her office sofa, and then the floor. In less than 15 minutes time, her entire office was filled from wall to wall with flowers! Asia sat at her desk in awe, not saying a single word. Tamela created a small pathway through the rows of flowers and handed her a small notecard which read:
'I'm giving you all the flowers you deserve. Please join me for our first date, my driver will pick you up at 8. -Love, K. Ball'
With tears in her eyes, Asia gathered her laptop and purse. She let Tamela know that she would be gone for the remainder of the day and to direct all business calls or concerns to her assistant, Heather. As soon as she got into her car, she called her best friend Deja to tell her about the flowers and the date night invite from Nick. "Aw bitch, say less! I'll meet you at your house!" Deja squealed with excitement. "Dej, I don't really need you to be there..." Asia tried to explain, but Deja had already hung up before she could finish her sentence.
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Deja stood inside of her friend's closet drinking a glass of wine as they had a head- to-head battle on what Asia should wear for the date that night. Asia pulled out an ankle length silk tan slip dress and held it up to her body with glee. "Asia, now do you want the man to fuck you or just take you to church? Because this is giving very much praise and worship!" Deja said, rolling her eyes. Deja counteracted her friend's choice by pulling down a short lacy red dress and doing a little body roll dance as she passed it off for Asia to try on. "Now, this dress says fuck me!" Deja yelled out. "Girl, move! I don't want to look easy, it's our first official date." Asia giggled, giving her friend a playful push. "What?! Asia c'mon, don't try to play cute now. You almost let this man raw dog you just last week!" Deja exclaimed with her hands on her hips. Asia rolled her eyes and snatched a short black Armani dress from a hanger. "I'm wearing this one. It's simple and classy." Asia announced. "Ugh, ok. I mean, we can work with this, I guess. But at least put on a sexy little pair of panties underneath...or matter of fact, don't wear any panties at all!" Deja winked. Asia showered, added some soft wand curls to her hair, and did a quick natural face of makeup to complete her look. "Damn, no necklace or nothing? "Deja questioned. Asia shook her head no. "Alright, listen up little miss plain Jane." Deja said as she put a hand on each one of Asia's shoulders and looked her in the eyes with the intensity of an Olympic coach. "Now, I'ma need you to be a big girl tonight and take that whole dick. None of that shy shit, do you hear me? Let that nigga fold your little ass up like origami. I mean, I need you to be sticky by the end of the night. Then, come back to me and report the final score in the morning." Deja coached. "Dej, bye! The driver will be here in like 30 minutes." Asia laughed while ushering her friend out the front door of her house.
