Ever since her mother's car accident, Kelada's life has been miserable. Being her mother's next of kin, Kelada is swamped with medical bills and must pick up two jobs to keep from drowning. By day, she is a friendly face at the nearest Chick-Fil-A...
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𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓
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Nezra's eyes watch the feminine figure cloaked in a white puffer approach his Jaguar F-PACE. He unlocked his doors and reached over the console, opening the passenger as she got closer.
Kelada settled in the passenger seat, before letting down her hood and landing her pretty round eyes on him, "Hi."
"Wassup." He eyed her as she shrugged from the heavy coat and draped it over the back of her seat, "You look good."
He liked a woman who didn't do too much for simple outings.
She let her eyes scan him, "Thank you, so do you."
Nezra sported a white fitted tee, covered by the Moncler black puffer, black Amiri jeans, and black Dior sneakers.
He checked his surroundings before pulling off, starting on the path to the Italian restaurant he had reservations with.
"You like Italian, right?" He hoped she wasn't the picky type when it came to food, even though he was a little picky.
"As long as something on the menu seems good," Kelada responded with a small shrug.
From the corner of his eye he could see her looking out the window every now and then, noticing she was taking notes of her surroundings.
"I hope this not like a fancy restaurant, I thought this was a casual outing."
Nezra turned his head to her since they were at a red light, giving her black outfit a once-over. "You'll be good, just bring your jacket in."
They held eyes for a moment before Kelada nodded and turned away.
He could tell she was nervous, at least a little bit.
"So you don't talk assum, what's up?"
Kelada laughed a little, but he could tell she was trying to ease her nerves, "You not talkin' either. Ask me a question or somethin'."
He was silent for a while even though he knew what he wanted to ask. He just wanted to come off as if he was thinking about it. "Why you strip?"
"Damn no "how old are you?" Straight to the point." She breathed, "Okay then, I strip because I pay for my mom's healthcare. Last year she got into a bad accident which put her into a coma, and with me being her next of kin the medical responsibilities fall onto me."
