The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland
Monday May 20th, 2024

It was 4:01 on the dot when Syara checked the clock for the fortieth time in twenty minutes.

Time literally couldn't pass any slower.

She was set to get off of work at 4:30 since their establishment was closed on Mondays, but they still had them come in to do paperwork or gain some extra hours.

Syara didn't have any plans for the night, nothing to go home to, but she didn't want be at the office either, so..

Her eyes zoned, blurring as she stared, willing the time to change on the analog clock. It didn't, but her phone pinged with a message from an unknown number.

With her experience, her mind immediately went to the worst. She didn't even want to open the text, but it was staring up at her on her blank screen.

She was curious.

415-***-****
Mami?

Syara stared down at her phone screen in confusion. Elijah didn't have her number, so it likely wasn't him, but no one else called her that. Plus, he found her apartment with less than what he knew now, so honestly, it was possible.

Who dis?

415-***-****
What time you get off fat ma?

who dafucc is u??

415-***-****
It's Money, mama
Answer ma question fats

4:30.. why?

415-***-***
I'm taking you out, be ready by 6:45

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Well, that was new.

She'd never gone on a date.

Sure she'd been asked countless times, but she just didn't go.

She just never really did the whole dating thing. She thought it was movie thing? Like people don't really do that in real life.

She'd definitely heard something about it from Kisses, but she didn't know it was real, 'I'm taking you out' type of shit.

She didn't even know how she would go about it.

He didn't say to dress formally, did that mean casual? Like sweats casual.. or jeans casual? Because that could go either way.

Syara brain was running a mile a minute, shooting question after question about the date, but she didn't have any of the answers she needed.

Syara placed the phone down on the desk in front of her, stretching her back and rolling backward in the office chair.

She really wasn't trying to trip out over this right now. She sucked in a breath to calm herself down, gripping the edge of the desk before rolling back up to it.

It was just a date. She could do a date. Syara could do a date.

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Syara could not do a date.

What did a date even mean?