𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲.

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𝙰𝚃𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰, 𝙶𝙴𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙸𝙰.
╰┈➤ —𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺—𝟸𝟶.

✎ Saiyr sat on the edge of her bed, carefully rolling her fishnet stockings up her legs, the delicate fabric catching slightly as it stretched over her skin. Once they were in place, she stood up, smoothing the stockings before slipping on a pair of black shorts that hugged her curves just right. She adjusted the waistband, glancing at herself in the mirror with a small smile, satisfied with the simple but alluring look she was putting together.

Aziyah, her boyfriend of 3 years, laid across their bed just watching her, "What time you goin' in tonight?" He looked at his phone seeing that it was already 9.

"I'm 'posed to be there at 10 but I'll get there when I get there." She crouched down by her drawer to find her uniform top, she pulled out the short sleeved black crop top and stood back up straight.

"You always say that and be there by 10." He said making Saiyr laugh.

She pulled on the shirt and tossed the one she had just taken off to the side, "I like to be on time. I hate late people."

Semaj pushed open the door, "Can we order food?"

Aziyah rolled over to look at him, "I just made dinner. What's wrong wit' wha I cooked?"

"That shit nasty." He scrunched up his face, "And you know Emari allergic to everything. You made that pasta with egg noodles."

"Nah I didn't." He stood up to go see what he was talking about. As they did that Saiyr finished getting dressed, when she was done she walked out of the room and into the kitchen where they were arguing about the dinner Aziyah had made.

"Just order somethin'." She put lid on the pot as she walked past the three of them.

Emari turned to look at her, "You finna go ta work?"

"Mhm," Saiyr pulled her phone from her purse so she could order them something quickly before leaving for work.

"I heard 'bout them bottle girls," He then pulled himself up to sit on the counter, "You betta not be doin' what I heard 'bout..don't be out dere bein' a bucket, Honey.." He told his sister seriously.