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Corde'

Corde'

I had found her. I wasn't going to sleep if I didn't find out her name and get them digits.

    I tapped on her window a second time. She opened the door and got out of the car. She was looking even prettier face to face. I got to see those small details I missed.

    She had some big, gorgeous, honey brown eyes. Her face was flawless. Her skin went right along with her eyes, honey brown.

    She was very bootylicious, to be so little. She was about 5'2. I usually liked four to five inches taller, but I wasn't about her walk away because of her height. I could make it work sho'nuff. Especially with that phat ass, perky tits, and them juicy lips.

    She was looking nice in her booty shorts, half tee, and toms. Her hair was pulled up into a bun with a pink scarf tied into a bow around her head.

    She cleared he throat. I guess I was gawking over her too long.

    "May I help you," were the first words she spoke.

    I began smiling. I had to play my cards right. 

    "Nawh. I was just admiring the beautiful young lady in front of me. If that's a crime please start dialing 9-1-1."

    "There's no need to call the police, but you did tap on my window. Twice."

    "My name is...," I was interrupted by a loud screeching car. I saw her eyes follow the noise, so I turned to see what was going on.

    The driver of the car had slowed down and locked his eyes on me, like he had a problem with me. I was 'bout to go blow a cap in his ass, but she grabbed my arm and told me not to do it. He then sped off. He looked like the guy she was with earlier.

    "You know that nigga," I asked as I focused back on her.

    She looked to the ground and shook her head yes. She then looked into my eyes and said, "He's my friend. He's like my brother. He always gets mad when I talk to other males. But who cares. Now back to you. You were telling me your name."

    I couldn't help but smile.

    "My name is Corde'. Your's?

    "Ayanna."

    "So Ayanna, can I have your number?" I really hoped she would give it to me.

    She began to smile, showing off her dimples, and pearly whites. "Why would i give my number to a stranger?"

    "Well maybe because you did just give this 'stranger' your name."

    She giggled. "Touché," she said as she took out her phone and handed it to me.

    I unlocked her phone, and on the main screen was that guy she called her friend. I began to get jealous. It looked like she was happy with him. I brushed it off though, 'cause that would be me on her main screen. 

    I entered my name into her contacts and gave her her phone back. I then felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. 

    "Save it," she said as she was getting into her car.

    "When can I call?"

    "Whenever."

    Ayanna then pulled off and left in the resturaunt's parking lot. 

    I ran back inside before my niggas left me.