Chapter 2
Khalid looked through the racks of clothing trying to find the perfect outfit for his niece. The thing was, he didn't even know where to begin. She was 15 years old, 5'2 ft, and weighed about 116 lbs and he had no idea what to get her. He scanned the store looking for an employee, he definitely needed a female's opinion.
"Excuse me ma'am, could you help me with something real quick." He stared at the chick as she continued looking through the clothes, not bothering to look at him. Something about her seemed familiar.
"I could sir but unfortunately, I don't work here. I doubt if I'd be any help to you." She looked up to meet his eyes as she spoke. "Oh wow, it's you again." She focused back on the clothing.
He chuckled to himself remembering exactly where he had seen the chick. "What's wrong with it being me?" The last time he had seen her, he'd blessed her pockets something nice.
"Nothing." She walked away to the next row and he followed behind.
"So you're just gonna harass me while I shop?" She asked agitated, looking into his brown eyes as he stared back with a smile.
"Are you always like this?" He asked not taking his eyes off hers.
"Always like what?" She asked offended.
"Uptight , mean. You know how you are." He replied.
"I'm neither but it's crazy you say that, you received one dance and a half ass conversation and you think you know me? You're right, I know how I am . You don't!"
"This another half ass conversation so I guess that make a whole one now. Now can a nigga get your opinion?" He smirked causing her to smile.
"What do you need help with?"
"I'm looking for an outfit for my niece. Which one do you prefer?" He held up the two outfits he picked out.
"Hmmm. How old is she?" She examined each outfit.
"She's 15 ."
"Okay this is a major problem. For one, she's 15 not 10. She's in high school when have you ever seen a kid in high school rock anything remotely close to this sweater? They both looked at the sweater with different animals across the front.
"That's my baby, I'm not trying to see her dress like these hos' out here."
"She doesn't have to dress grown, but what you picked out is straight childish. That's my opinion. You don't have to thank me." She began walking off causing him to follow once again.
"What's your problem?" He watched her hips sway as she walked in front of him.
She turned to face him. "You asked for my opinion right? I was nice enough to give you "my" thoughts on "your" problem. What else could you possibly want?"
