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SHE LOOKED MAD YOUNG.
Baby face young.
She couldn't have been no more than 20 at the least, but bore the type of womanly figure that David was so attracted to.
She was in a semi large group of girls, a few he had known.
They were all New-York bred, except her.
And David knew she wasn't from New-York, if so, he would have definitely known given he was quite....popular.
She stood quite awkwardly, in a pair of dark, tan colored leggings and white halter-top. A trio of thin, gold necklaces clung to the skin of her neck, while a pair of white Puma Creepers adorned her small feet.
Her long, brown hair were set in locs, which hung freely, with a few covering the right side of her face.
David hadn't really been a fan of locs when he did see them on other folks head, but that opinion was now non-existent.
She looked beautiful with the style.
She'd done the hairstyle major justice.
Deep in his kind, he had already began to plot, the moment he saw her.
He just needed to execute his plan.
"Aight, Katy good to go. Marco made sure she straight," Rico, David's right hand man said.
"How long?" David inquired, still eyeing the young woman who stood several feet away from where he sat on a gray bleacher stair.
"A solid three."
David could feel his annoyance slowly rising, as he rolled his tongue deep into the pocket of his left cheek.
"You know she ain't no snitch, plus that's Mario's girl. He already know what's up."
"Yeah, but you never know what those walls would do," David replied, quickly licking his lips, as he surveyed the area he occupied.
Currently at Dyckman Park, various people took up space, while the sound of light music, talking and basketballs bouncing filled the night air.
It was a warm, breezy April and almost every girl was dressed in next to nothing, barely leaving much to the imagination, while guys stood around either shirtless or in beaters. David opted for a plain, white wife beater, navy blue basketball shorts and a fresh pair of all white, mid-top Air-Force Ones.
His thick, curly black hair were in their usual braids. Perfectly parted, they hung freely, stopping just past his broad, tattooed shoulders. A proud mix of Dominican and Black, his caramel colored face bore its usual mug, a natural look for him. From the outside looking in, he didn't look the most approachable and along with his 6'4 stature, greatly toned and fit body, with countless tattoos wrapped around his entire being, one would look at him and more than likely go the other way.
