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♥𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗜♥
Samir assumed she was having a moment, maybe a memory from her baby that Ty Lu mentioned. He decided not to hover her because he really didn't want to upset her in any way or make her change her mind about spending the day with him.
Yani turned her back towards him and nodded her head as she sniffed her nose.
"Imma go stop at my crib to get ready, i'a be back."
He tugged his pants from falling from his waist and stepped over to her. He gently grabbed her waist, turning her toward him.
Yani kept her head down to avoid eye contact. She couldn't handle him seeing her, not right now.
He went on and pressed his lips on her forehead.
》》》
They made it to an Italian restaurant that was located downtown. Yani wanted to sit outside to avoid being cold. The weather was so nice, it was warm, and a nice cool breeze from the palm trees flowed through towards them.
She ordered a pizza, a huge one. One with spinach, mushrooms, pineapples, and sausage. Samir thought it was nasty as hell, but he kept it to himself and decided to eat it with her.
Lunch was pretty silent for them, a whole lot of avoidance from Yani. But it was cool for Samir. Sitting in silence wasn't so bad, sometimes love isn't always loud, it's present. Not forceful but patient.
When Yani was finished eating, she went to the restroom for the 5th time they'd been here, not that Samir was counting for real. He paid the bill and left a $100 bill for a tip on the table and stood by the entrance of the gate for her to come out.
"Errthing good?" he asked as he started walking the opposite way of the car.
Yani nodded her head, following his lead.
They walked a quarter block away from the restaurant, until they reached an art gallery. It was quite some people in there. He went on holding the door open for her to enter. Samir gently placed his hand on her lower back to guide her straight to the back of the gallery, not giving her enough time to look around or anything.
They reached his room where he makes his pieces. In the room there were paint buckets stacked around the room, the floor was stained gray, different colors of paint were splattered there. He had everything neatly put together.
In the center were portraits of people that Yani saw before and didn't, including herself.
"I been working on this," he said, pointing to the portraits.
The first one perceived to be his mom. Her eyes were very wide, the lines of the light brown paint he used for her skin came off dry. It looked like she experienced something she couldn't take back.
