Imani glanced at the stack of papers in her hand and asked, "So... you're some kind of 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩?"
Amir let out a soft chuckle, twisting one of his dreads as he replied, "Weird way to put it, but shit, I guess."
♡
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1:04PM
IMANI woke up to the sound of her alarm ringing for about the 10th time. A long tired groan escaped her mouth as she covered her forehead with her palm, trying to soothe the awful pounding from her hangover.
She squinted her eyes as she used her other hand to turn off the alarm, sitting up, she felt soreness in her lower back down to her legs. She groaned once more while moving both hands to cover her face, propping her elbows onto her criss-crossed legs.
She had no idea what took place after she talked to Amir, all she remembered was getting a drink, then everything became a blur. Which was expected, due to her being extremely lightweight.
She removed her hands from her face as she stretched over to grab her phone, looking at the flood of notifications she received from messages.
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"Since when did I get his number." She thought as she laid her eyes on Amirs notification, scratching her head in confusion as she clicked it.
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Imani squinted her eyes at his last message as she rubbed her temple, swiping off his messages then going onto Tinahs.
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