CHICAGO, ILLINOIS ∎
AUGUST 1, 2016 ∎
Dayvon, the man who had come to Nalia's door, sat comfortably on her burgundy couch, which was decorated with throw pillows.
After some persuasion, he had convinced her to let him in. He claimed he just needed a place to hide, but Nalia was unaware of the crime he had committed earlier.
Nalia stood over the counter, piecing her meal together, layering the vegetable toppings onto her bun, finishing it off with mustard and spreading mayo across the top bun.
She still kept an eye on Dayvon, who was unaware that she had a boyfriend, who was soon on his way.
Dayvon fidgeted with his dreads, twisting them between his index finger and thumb, keeping himself occupied and waiting on the right time to leave.
He occasionally looked up at Nalia to keep his eyes occupied also.
He thought she was attractive, really attractive at that.
Her hair, which he assumed was natural, was silk pressed and stopped at the small of her back as some edge pieces fell in her face. It was a dark brown color.
She had soft, deer-like facial features.
Thin but bushy eyebrows that were the same shade of her hair.
She had a button nose.
Her lips were small but plump, lip gloss moisturizing them and a beauty mark complimenting her lower lip.
The girl had a petite but lean frame, paired with thick thighs.
The short, matching pajama set that she had been wearing was fitting her body in all the right places.
From another person's judgemental, she looked clean and most likely kept up with her hygiene and appearance.
Seeing that she had clear, white, manicured nails.
A clean face that looked freshly washed.
And her legs were shaved and moisturized also.
He absentmindedly tucked his bottom lip under his top row of teeth as he eyed her, following her movements.
He didn't even realize that she had came to sit across from him, in the black lounge chair.
The room was uncomfortably quiet to him but to her she didn't mind the silence, she always got stuck in her thoughts anyways.
Nalia raised the cheeseburger to her mouth but instead of biting, she looked up at him. "You gon' have to leave in a few minutes. My partner about to come back." She informed him.
Dayvon mugged her, finding her choice of words weird.
"If you like bitches, just say that." He said forwardly while chuckling.
What other reason would she use the word 'partner'?
"I'm not lesbian." She corrected him, not finding him funny.
"Oh, you must be bisexual a'sum?" He questioned further.
"No, you talk to people like this all the time?" She asked, side eyeing him with her lip turned up.
"What chu' mean?" He asked confused, leaning back making himself comfortable on the furniture.
"With no filter." She answered, squinting. She genuinely wondered if he asked personal questions like that. It was even worse that he asked and sounded disrespectful.
"I do gotta' filter. Why you squinting if you wear glasses? People always wasting they money on shit they don't even need." He said, asking another question, not aware that he sounded disrespectful.
He raised very well and his mother did not encourage the behavior he had. It just that when he started to hang around a different environment, those strict rules wore off.
"For your information, I do need them and I only squint because it's a habit." She said with an attitude.
"Stop talking out yo' neck like that and them bitches don't even help you fa'real." He teased, leaning forward and tapping his index finger on her thick frames.
Although the girl was very pretty, she had awful sight. She considered herself legally blind.
"What I'm supposed to do the next time I need to get in hea'?" He asked, resting his back against the couch, getting comfortable in his seat.
"Next time? When was there going to be a next time? I didn't agree to that." Her eyebrows were furrowed and her head tilted to the side a little.
She had a habit of being worried of people's safety but she had barely know him and just had met him today, unexpectedly. She wasn't going to just let some stranger come into her home, whenever.
She also had sensed that he was in danger and knowing about the violence rate, especially with gangs, she felt had been apart of it.
"Why not?" He asked, making eye contact.
Was he serious?
"I'm not just going to let a random stranger come into my home and I'm not even here all the time." She reasoned.
"What about when you do be hea'? You let me in and I pay you." He bargained.
She squinted and thought for a moment. It was fair trade but was it really worth it?
She would be in danger. But she'd be getting money by only letting someone in.
It was a risk.
"Fair. What's the password going to be?"
If she was letting a stranger in that she didn't trust, she had to know it was him.
She wasn't prepared to die.
She wanted to die somewhere fancy.
Morraco, Italy, or even Puerto Rico.
Another random reason, she wanted to get out of Chicago.
"Puppy lover 812." She smiled. She only came up with that because it was something no one could guess.
"Hell nah." He exaggerated. His ego wouldn't let those words even come out his mouth, that would be embarrassing.
"If you want in, you say it. "She crossed her arms, reminding him of the deal they just made.
"I say we pick some else." He smirks, mischievously as he man spreaded.
"Like what?" The girl, raised an eyebrow, wondering why he looked at her like that.
"Nana a pussy." He laughed.
She took note of the nickname he used, no one ever gave her one. She liked it, even if it was that simple.
Pushing her want to smile away. She went back to the fact that he just called her a pussy.
Nalia scoffs, taken aback by the his bluntness. "You're being ru-" Her complaint was cut short and replaced with a knock at her apartment door, making her eyes go wide and her on alert.
"You gotta' go out the back door. Gone head." She told him, ushering him down the hall way and to the back door.
"You just gone put me out li-"
"Remember, if you want in, say it. Get home safe." She reminded, shutting the door in his face once again.
NOT PROOF READ ∎ ∎ ∎ SHORT CHAPTER
I DECIDED TO NOT USE FACE CLAIMS AND LET THE READER IMAGINE HER AS THEY WANT, INCLUDING THE INTRODUCED CHARACTERS.
I WILL BE USING DESCRIPTIVE WORDS THROUGHOUT THE BOOK TO DESCRIBE HOW I IMAGINE THEM, IF YOU WANT TO IGNORE THEM, FEEL FREE TOO.
