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SAMIR BLACK
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Voting at the end ! Pronounce her name (Gee- or- ree)
Jiori let out an exasperated sigh as she reached down to retrieve her phone, feeling the cool marble of the Bloom Lounge's entryway under her fingertips. Standing up, she adjusted the sleek neckline of her dress and glanced around.
The lounge was exactly as she remembered—dimly lit with a warmth that seemed to wrap around her, its cozy ambiance heightened by the steady pulse of the live band at the far end of the room.
The geometric blue-toned squares that adorned the walls glowed subtly, giving the space an elegance that seemed to settle her nerves. She had always loved this spot, the way it felt exclusive, almost like her own private haven in the midst of Atlanta's chaos.
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Still clutching her phone, Jiori chuckled, brushing off the accidental drop. "See? This nigga got my mind scrambled" she said, her voice light with amusement as she spoke to her best friend on the line.
"Girl, where are you?" she asked, scanning the room for her friend's familiar face while weaving between the tables of plush seating. She was eager for a night filled with laughter, a break from the tension that seemed to hover in her mind like a storm cloud.
