The Don.

3. Anytime

Zahara stepped out of her quaint apartment building, the warm sun kissing her skin as she made her way to Progressive Grocers. As she walked along the bustling streets of Kingston, she couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that fluttered in her chest. She had convinced herself that she was merely running errands, but deep down, she knew she was hoping to catch a glimpse of Taji once more.As she reached the entrance of the grocery store, Zahara's heart skipped a beat as a sleek black Porsche cayenne screeched to a halt inches away from her toe. She let out a gasp of surprise, her eyes widening as she turned to see Taji McGregor behind the wheel, a smirk playing on his lips."Watch ya! look weh yaa guh nuh, man!" she exclaimed, trying to keep her voice steady despite the sudden rush of adrenaline.Taji chuckled, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "My apologies, beautiful. I didn't mean to startle you."Zahara gave him a curt nod before quickly making her way into the store, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to shake off the encounter as she wandered the aisles, filling her basket with groceries, but she couldn't shake the feeling of Taji's gaze burning into her back.As she approached the cashier to pay for her items, Zahara felt a presence behind her, causing her to tense instinctively. She turned to find Taji standing there, a mischievous grin playing on his lips."mi a pay fi dem deh," he said, reaching for her basket.Zahara's eyes widened in surprise, her hand instinctively tightening around the handle of the basket. "No, thank you, I can pay for it myself."But Taji merely chuckled, his fingers brushing against hers as he gently took the basket from her grasp. "Stop chat foolishness, let me pay for it."Zahara opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak, Taji had already begun scanning her items at the cashier's counter. She watched in disbelief as he paid for her groceries with a casual flick of his wrist, his eyes never leaving hers.As Taji handed her the receipt, Zahara felt a swirl of conflicting emotions wash over her-gratitude, confusion, and a hint of something else she couldn't quite name."Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Taji flashed her a charming smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Anytime, beautiful. Anytime."