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Marquis walked towards Kendra with a frown on his face. She smiled as he tucked his gun into his back. "A nigga just knew you was about to make my day being in this motherfucken park." He spoke when he was closer. Kendra laughed as she touched the pillow beside her. Marquis looked over the set up.
He scoffed as he took a seat. "Here I was thinking that you would like a break from your long days." She teased making him look into her eyes. Marquis bit his bottom lip to keep from saying what he was thinking. He looked over the board in front of him.
"What you about to have me doing now Kendra?" He asked in a dull tone. She giggled.
"I mean you don't have to do it. But if you want to make a vision board with eme." She trailed off looking into his eyes. He looked at the board, different magazines were scattered over the blanket. She had a hot glue gun, glue sticks and bottles of glue lined up. He looked at the big pack of sharpies.
"Fuck is a vision board?" He looked into her eyes.
"It's whatever you make it. Some people use it for manifestation of things they want for their future, goals, anything." Kendra shrugged. Marquis looked over all the magazines, pictures of families sat on the front of them.
"So what we manifesting the type of family we going have? A vision board ain't going do shit." He laughed as he picked up a marker. Kendra smiled knowing he might not agree, but he would try it for her. She grabbed her own marker.
"I don't believe that it would do something. But we haven't talked about the type of family we want. And sometimes those conversations determine a relationship for people. So I figured maybe if did this while we talked, we could keep the conversation on a positive note."
Marquis nodded his head. "A positive note because I'm the most negative nigga you know?" He joked and she laughed. "I'm going do your little board. But only cause you feeding a nigga and I ain't ate all day."
Kendra frowned. "I thought you said you was at a restaurant earlier with Rashid."
"Picking up lunch for your sister. I didn't grab nothing from out of that nasty ass Chipotle. A nigga like that authentic Mexican shit." He shrugged. Kendra shook her head.
"Chipotle is good."
"That's exactly why my child won't be eating whatever you burn." He shook his head.
"When have I ever fed you something burnt? The seasoning might not be there every time. But I don't burn food. To many times I went without to play with food." Kendra scoffed. Marquis smirked as he opened the marker in his hand.
"Look at you already ready to jump on the defensive side of shit. What you about to say that's going piss me off?" He looked her over. Kendra lowered her eyelids.
"You don't know me." She pointed her marker at him. He licked his lips. Kendra blushed as she looked away from him. Marquis got more comfortable pulling his phone from his hoodie pocket. He set it down on the blanket. "I just was wondering."
