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Dal & K Interlude !
As the melodic chime resonated through the lavishly adorned U-shaped kitchen—its cheerful sound weaving seamlessly into the opulence of the empty living room that shared the same cozy theme—the senseless male thought to make himself at home. He carelessly swung the stainless steel refrigerator door open and reached for the last tall blue can stored in its respective compartment without a thought, as if he knew exactly where it was.
The pending call on the iPhone seemed like it was connecting. His eyes lit up, and his ears perked at the familiar, brief rhymic sound. He quickly shut the door, spun around, placed his beer on the counter, and set his phone, which was once flat on the island, against the bowl hosting false fruit so his excited expression could be displayed fully to the individual on the other side of the device.
He watched intently as the screen showing his surroundings minimized to the lower right corner of the screen, allowing a dim view of a ceiling fan spinning slowly to take its place as the main factor.
"Wassup, girl?" He was the first to greet in a smooth voice, learning the gesture from his best friend's brother.
A shaky, "Hi..." spoke afterwards.
The soft, yet shy, trailing voice blessed his eardrums, causing him to smirk.
He leaned over, resting his arms on the smooth island surface, to get a better look at the dark screen. "I must've matched with the fan...cause why am I starin' at the ceiling?"
Light chuckles aired from the other end.
"Put yo face in the camera, girl."
"Nooo..." She lowly wined.
"Why?" He arched his brows. The condensation cascading down the Bud Light caught his peripheral vision, prompting him to reach for it with one hand and use the other to pop it open like a pro.
The woman irritably exhaled. "'Cause my hair ain't done. And I ain't got my lashes on." She explained in a duh tone—as if he was supposed to know that information.
He looked at the phone with a confused expression while sipping his drink. Once done, he removed the rim from his lips, burped, and placed it back on the counter. All of his attention was back on the phone. "You a nigga?"
