Baby Girl

II

Flo's P.O.V.

I quickly hop off of him.

"This isn't appropriate." I shake my head.

"You right. My fault, shorty." He tells me.

"Shorty? I'm not even short, I'm 5'3." I say, playfully.

"And I'm 6'2. So in this case you still short." He shoots back at me. I laugh and take a sip of my Coke.

"But aye, I'm havin' a party at my place tomorrow. You can come if you want."

"I guess I'll come. Just text me your address. What kind of party is it? Cause I don't wanna over dress." I tell him while we eat our food.

"It's a house party so don't dress formal and shit. Dress like you finna get drunk." He jokes around.

"Ight. I gotchu." I tell him. We keep talkin' until we both done with our food.

I walk him to the front door before he leaves.

"Ight. I'll see you tomorrow, shorty." He kisses my cheek and leaves out. Boyyyyy...there's something about Trevor that I like. Maybe he's different than every other boy I ever went with. But I don't know, I just met him.

•••

I climb out of the bathtub and wrap my pink towel around my body.

It's 3 pm and I'm about to go get a hair cut because my hair is bothering the shit outta' me. It's down to the middle of my back and I want it cut into shoulder length and I want it dyed.

I dry my hair with a blow dryer and detangle it so it will be easier for the stylist to do it.

Afterwards, I slip on my grey sweatpants along with a tight black V-Neck and my gray & white Air Jordan 11's.

You might be thinkin' how can she afford Jordan's but can't afford a nice apartment.

Well, let's just say I like to focus on my wardrobe.

I head out and do my usually cab findings to get to the train station and down to the salon.

•••

"I love it!" I tell Cheryl, my hair stylist. I got my hair cut and got it dyed into a grayish pastel color. "Thank you so much. How much do I owe you?"

"You're welcome, Hun. And usually it's $40 but I'll cut it in half so only $20." She tells me. I hand her the money and I give her a goodbye hug.

Hair ✔️

Now it's time for a party dress for tonight.

I head to Charlotte Russe, which was in the same mall I was already inside for the salon.

I looked around and saw a lot of dresses but most of them weren't my type.

I was about to say "fuck it" and just head home but I found a dress that looked like something someone like me wear. It was a perfect 2 piece dress, it was a solid white color, crop top straps neckline, sleeveless, cross back, with matching skirt, cut out design, and fitted.

I instantly snatch the dress off the rack and look at the price tag. It was $98.97.

"Damn." I mumble. I grab a size medium. I debate on paying this much over a dress. But I eventually decide to buy it.