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It's Wednesday morning, around 7 AM, and I'm at my shop. This customer called me last night about this custom he wanted to sell me so I told him to bring it in this morning. I honestly didn't have plans to buy it but ended up buying it.
So today is kind of special. It's date day with Ms. Gulbrandson. Honestly, I wasn't feeling the whole traditional dinner and a movie vibe for a first date. Turns out, she was free the whole day today, with no classes or anything. When I suggested an amusement park, she was all for it. It's been a while for her, she said. So, Six Flags it is. A bit out of the ordinary for me, since I usually end up going with my nephews or little cousins. But as a date? Should be interesting.
While sorting through some paperwork, I decided to shoot Breonna a text. We agreed to get there by 12, and that I'd pick her up.
"Good Morning, Ms. Gulbrandson. Ready for a day of fun?🤪" I couldn't help but chuckle as I sent it.
"Drizzy, I thought you were off today," Juice, my little cousin remarked, peeking into my office.
"I was, but that custom car buy changed my plans," I explained, just as my phone buzzed. It's Breonna.
"Good Morning, Aubrey. Are you gonna keep calling me by my last name?🙄" she texted back with an eye roll emoji.
"Until it's changed," I replied, grinning.
"Bro, you look goofy as hell," Juice laughed, I held my hand up giving him the middle finger. "Get back to work, little nigga!" He laughed harder and walked out. Another text came through from Breonna.
"👀"
" Be ready soon, Ms. Gulbrandson. I'm looking forward to seeing you." I sent back.
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When I pulled up to her condo, I was impressed. Nice place. I got out and looked around before heading up to her floor and knocking. She opened the door after a few seconds, looking cute as hell.
"Hey, Aubrey," she greeted with a smile.
"Wassup, love. These are for you," I said, handing her some flowers.
"Aww, thank you! I've never gotten flowers before."
"Whaaaat? What did I tell you the other day? You've been with the wrong niggas," I said, stepping inside. Her cat immediately came over, rubbing against my ankles.
"Hello, Cattie," I said, squatting to pet it.
"His name is Baccarat," Breonna corrected, smiling.
