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It was especially warm that day.
It seemed as if everybody and they mama were outside that afternoon.
Kids played with water guns, while their parents stayed close by.
Alone, she walked along the wet sidewalk, careful not to get squirted by a gun, or anything else filled with water, but of course, this proves naught, as a light stream of water hit her behind.
"Jaylin, I'ma kill you, and I'm telling yo mama," her soft tone threatened as the laughing ten year old ran away.
Shaking her head, she continued her walk before she feels a set of familiar eyes on her.
She absolutely hated walking past cars where a bunch of guys stood, or anywhere a good number of guys stood. It also didn't help that she was wearing a pair of short jeans shorts and a black bikini top. A blue jean DKNY jacket helped conceal her top half, as she quickly readjusted it, to cover her self.
Continuing her walk, light footsteps sound from across the short street, prompting the young woman to mentally roll her eyes, as the tall, dark skin male stopped behind a car, placing both his arms atop it.
"Sup Ms. Bougie."
His voice was a medium baritone, heavily wrapped around it's New-York accent.
"I'm sorry?" She replied, looking up towards the source of the voice.
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She had seen the handsome male around, mostly either out and about with friends on the block or standing on stoops trying to run game on girls.
