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"I gotta do sum at the studio before we go." Nahmir told Kofi, looking over at her in the passenger seat
He had went to pick her up and they planned to go to his house, her 15 year old sister, Alba was at her home
"Okay." She didn't mind going
Nahmir was a producer, he worked with big and little artists... whoever had good money. He loved his job and music most importantly
The two had met when met at another studio when he was working with another producer. AMIRA, her best friend brought her there along with two other friends
When they met, he failed to keep his eyes off her and later that night, she got a Instagram notification that @bambaagain followed her, and she seen it was
BAMBA was his producer name, his producer tag was "BAMBA ON THAT SHIT AGAIN!" in an older woman's voice, sort of sounded like a black southern grandma gossiping
He allowed her to be on the Bluetooth, she peeped girls name when going to connect, but didn't care. She hoped he was holding up his end of the agreement
Since she was playing music, the whole ride consisted of Mariah The Scientist, H.E.R, Jhene Aiko, Marissa, and Ashanti. There was a little bit of rap involved too
"You got music taste..." He licked his lips as he parked his car since she they reached their destination
"Thank youuu." She smiled at him, taking off her seatbelt and pushing the passenger seat door open
He got out as well, then she followed behind him. Nahmir grabbed ahold of her hand as she trailed behind him
The two walked up the steps to his studio, then he punched in the passcode and he opened the door
It was Kofi's first time there, so she was of course looking around curiously
He sat at the spinning chair by his studio equipment and set up, she opted to sit on the couch
"C'mere." He said, patting his thigh
She went and sat on his lap as he wrapped his left arm around her and used his right to move the mouse connected to his computer
While he finished things on his iMac, she got on her phone, Twitter specifically
Music cut on from him playing it on his expensive speakers, but it played lowly
"I like this song." She said, hearing "Rain On Me" by Ashanti
"Me too." He said, starting to rub on her lower stomach
"Are you tryna-" She started to ask, but he cut her off
