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𝗞𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗥
𝟮𝟮 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱
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Kianna rushed up as soon as Samir told her he was on his way. She hadn't expected him to actually answer, and the thought that he was possibly waiting on her all along, just made her feel even more guilty.
She turned on her electric lighter and light up some vanilla scented candles, quickly clicking her living room L.E.D lights to purple and turning on her tv to a random show for some background noise.
She wanted him to feel welcome when he came in. She didn't want everything to have to be so tense.
She ran her hands down her pajamas, debating if she should change the cotton shorts and tank top. Her bonnet also snuggled on her head.
She decided against it considering it was approaching 1 am and she didn't want to do to much.
She brushed her teeth once more, just to make sure that her breathe was fresh and no remnants of the food she ate was stuck there when they talked.
Where ever the conversation leads, you'll be fine.
She reassured herself, she was sure that he had more to say then her, and she was going to follow his lead.
All she wanted to achieve in the end was clarity, and where they both would stand from then on.
She heard a knock on the door knowing that it was him, and hurried to it slipping on her fuzzy slippers, on the way
She opened the door with a small smile, "Hey, thanks for coming." She greeted, a bit breathless at his presence.
He nodded at her greeting, slipping off his shoes and into his personal slides. "It's no problem, all you hadda' do was text." He stated.
Kianna heard his small diss but decided to ignore it, knowing that he had a right to feel how he felt.
They sat silently on her couch, and Kianna had unwillingly took this as the time to take him in. He looked comfortable in his all black fit. He wore his usual fitted black tee, that was always snug on his muscles, a pair of Amiri jeans and a gold watch on his left wrist—and from the design of it she could tell it was a Rolex. A gold chain was draped around his neck, and studs were in his ears.
She could also tell that he had been smoking, simply from the redness of his eyes, and the hooded state of them.
Despite that, he looked good—real good, and Kianna could feel her heart rate pick up, and her mouth begin to dry just at the sight of him.
"So—uh.. how've you been?" She asked, pursuing her lips. She could admit that she was a bit intimidated, and just by his tight posture she knew he was tense.
He let out a chuckle at her weak attempt at conversation.
He turned to face her all the way, leaving the show on the television and resting his hands on his lap, "I'm sorry if this sounds disrespectful mama, but I'm not really here for the pleasantries." He started off.
Yup. He's mad.
Kianna knew that this was something she should've suspected, but the reality of it had her pinching at her skin.
