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I was sitting in Star Bucks waiting for Rachel to come, a tall toned skin guy came by me and stopped. "Dammmnnn you fine. Who ever yo nigga is hella lucky" i just started to laugh to myself. He took the seat across from me without permission. "So you single?" He gave me a flashy smile. "Yes I am" "whats yo num-" and he got cut off. "Hey girrrrll" Rachel hugged me. Then stopped and looked at the toned guy. "Who's that" she attempted to whisper. I started to laugh and looked at him. "My name's Joshua" he finally introduced himself. "Sooo.... Can i get your number tho" he looked back at me with a smile. "Ummmmm.......... Sure" i gave up we exchanged numbers and he left. "My girl got her self a man" Rachel said, and we both busted out laughing. "But i don't think I'm ready to date tho. I have a career Ri. And I'm pretty sure he's gonna be shocked when he finds out what it is" I let out a sigh. "Well......... I really don't know what to say" she chuckled a little bit. "And plus I think he's a thug" i scrunched up my face. "Those aren't really my type."

"ORDER NUMBER 23!" One of the employees of Star Bucks yelled for us to come. Rachel and I got our breakfast and left.

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