Gia, a savvy Jamaican, finds herself drawn to Nile, a rising young artist. Their journey through challenges and love unfolds with a slow burn, infused with satirical humor, as they navigate their own challenges as well as their budding romance again...
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NILE SCHWENZEL
Surrounded by the haze of smoke from my spliff, my phone abruptly pierced the silence with the unmistakable sound of my ringtone.
Could a who this now?
With a sense of dread gnawing at my gut, I reached for it, the screen displaying an unfamiliar number. I hesitated for a moment, then pressed it against my ear.
"Hello?" I muttered, my voice tinged with apprehension.
The words that followed hit me like a car. The police had caught the driver transporting my four cruckus bags of weed to the warehouse.
My heart hammered in my chest as the reality of the situation sank in. Panic surged through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.
What the fuck?
I clenched the phone tightly in my hand, barely registering the voice on the other end.
A di currupt police girl wah Menks a fuck.
I mumbled a quick thanks and abruptly ended the call, my mind already racing with plans and contingencies.
I jumped to my feet, my movements frantic as I hastily threw on clothes, my fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers. Each second felt like an eternity as I rushed to get ready, the urgency of the situation propelling me forward.
