There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires.
- Nelson Mandela
I smoothed down my dress, popped a mint, checked my hair and make up, grabbed my clutch and took a deep breath.
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I walked outside and he was in simple blazer, t shirt, skinny jeans and vans waiting for me by his car.
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"Woah!" He starred at me in awe.
I smiled and he hugged me.
"You look handsome." I said.
"Nah! You look...stunning...beautiful. Dress showin' off that ass."
I chuckled and hit his shoulder. "Stop looking."
"I can't, mama! Can I...?"
"No, you can not. Let's just go." I went to the passenger side but before I could open the door he stopped me and opened it for me.
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"Oh...ha! Thanks!" I said awkwardly and got in. He closed the door for me and got in the drivers seat.
"Whenever there's a door and I'm around, know that I'll always hold it for you." He said as we got onto the road.
"Such a gentleman!" I chuckled.
He kept a straight face. "You're not used to getting the door held for you, are you?"
"Not really. It's just a door, it's not that deep." I chuckled again but nervously.
"If you say so. I'm still opening it." We got on the highway and spent the rest of the car ride rapping along to Kendrick Lamar.
• 8:26 p.m. •
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We got into the restaurant and took our seats upstairs.
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"Geez. We usually eat inside, it's a beautiful view but isn't it 60 dollars more?" I whispered to him.
"Yeah, it's cool though. We can split the bill." He said while flipping through the menu.
"Got it."
Jacques and I usually hold hands and do romantic gestures to avoid flirts, questions and shit when we're out at fancy restaurants like this one. I remember when we first came here and some guy tried to take me home with him. He was in his late to early thirties. Jack and I were at separate tables just to test people. He saw the guy spike my drink when I turned away. Thank god he was watching me.
Typing another Joey Bada$$ fanfic for you guys! Butttttt! It won't come out till this story or my a$ap Rocky story is finish. (most likely around summer break! Whoop!!!!) Oooo, and I need some characters for this story!!! You can message me here, Tumblr or on Kik giving me your characters info! - Leslie
