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I slept in for the morning and got every minute of rest that I needed. After lying in bed for five minutes, I called Deonte.

"Good mo-afternoon, Jae!"

I smiled, "Hey, Deonte! I'm not ready yet, but I can be ready in about 20 minutes."

"It was just a matter of time. You want more of my sister's cooking?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, that's 75% of the reason why I called you. The other 25% is to hang out with you."

We both laughed.

"Cool. I'm on my way now," he told me.

"Okay. See you soon."

"See you soon."

"Bye," I hung up and quickly jumped out of bed.

Deonte put in a code at the gate before driving into the garage.

"Do you like living in a condo?" I asked as I looked out the passenger's window at the building.

"I do. Before my family lived on the same floor with me, I lived in my house in Bakersfield," he replied.

"Do you still have your house?" 

Deonte replied, "Most definitely. That's real estate."

"Would you suggest living in a condo?" I asked him.

Deonte looked over at me. "Not if you want privacy and a lot of space."

I thought about my current living situation. It would be nice to have my own place. I looked ahead to see someone run in front of us. "Deonte, stop!" I pointed ahead.

"Whoa!" He slammed on the breaks, putting his arm out in front of me as my body jerked forward.

A girl screamed, "Deonte!"

He looked at me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded my head as I tried to slow my racing heart.

Deonte rolled down his window. "Why are you running out in front of cars, Chanel?!"

She ran to his window and stepped on the running board along the side of the car. She used one hand to hold onto the car door and the other to punch Deonte's arm. "You did that on purpose! Apologize right now or I'm telling mama!"

Tell mama? My eyes grew wide. So, this is the chef. She looks really young.

Deonte rubbed his arm. "Why you acting like that? You see I got my friend with me. And where were you running to?"

She gritted her teeth and bucked her eyes at him. "I don't care who you got with you. You almost ran me over. And don't call me Chanel. I told you that!" She pointed her finger at him.

Deonte exhaled, "Why are you being so annoying?"

"Why are you not apologizing?" She asked him.

"Sorry. Now get down." Deonte lightly slapped her hands off his car.

She hopped down. "I was going to get the ice out the car. It's probably melted by now." She turned around and used her keys to signal her car's location.

We heard it, but we didn't see it.

"How you forget where you park? Get in the backseat."

She did as told. "It's probably on the next level."