Divine Sincere King, a 20 year old black young man in the hood of Florida just trying to survive. He's a local drug dealer and high school dropout who somehow lost track of his dreams and aspirations after the death of his older brother Prodigy. Str...
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My eyes lit up at the sight of the bouquet of pale pink peonies in the hands of Omar as he opened up the passenger door to his Jeep Gladiator. I couldn't help but smile widely at his gesture.
I grabbed the flowers. "They're gorgeous." I slid into his Jeep.
"I'm glad you love them." He responded with a smirk. I took the flowers and smelled them once I was seated in his car.
It felt nice to be courted.
On the way to the restaurant, we listened to all the artists I mentioned I loved in prior conversations. Kehlani, Summer Walker, Gunna, and even some Phil Collins.
"You remembered," I spoke as I swayed to my favorite songs.
He smirked and handed me his phone. On the screen was a playlist he made for me on Apple Music, titled "Better with Time," with one of my Instagram pictures for the cover.
I gasped, "No, you didn't, this is so cute." I scrolled down the songs, smiling from ear to ear. "So thoughtful, you're trying to get a second date or what?" I asked handing him back his phone as he drove.
"Of course, and many more after that." He looked over at me, wearing a wide grin.
Omar was wearing a nice black and white Armani Exchange tee with black jeans. His shoes were for sure Jordan, but I'm not a sneakerhead, so I have no idea which ones, but they were nice nonetheless.
I had on a white cami tank top bodysuit with tight-fitting distressed jeans, with my favorite white sandals from Michael Kors. He told me to dress casually, so I did just that. My quick-weave style was at the point of being taken out, so I just wrapped a scarf on top and made up for my lackluster hairstyle with a cute makeup look and large gold hoop earrings.
During the car ride, we made conversation about various topics, such as our future, favorite foods, and even some politics, but nothing below the surface level. After all of our conversations, I can't help but feel like Omar is an interviewee.
He seems to do and say all the right things, and that is all great. But it lacks authenticity.
I want to know a different side, the real side. Not just the side he wants me to fall for. I understand it is still early, and I should meet on that side soon. We arrived at Lucky Stripe Miami, and I looked over at him with excitement.
I loved bowling. It was one of the things that my father and I would do together as a break from focusing on my education and sports.
It was the only time I felt like I could be a kid.
We walked inside and were met with loud pop music and the smell of fried foods. Omar grabbed my hand as we walked through people to get our bowling shoes.
"I do want to warn you, I'm pretty good at this." I let him know with a challenging smirk.
