Logan Moore has launched her own restaurant. At the celebration for her achievement, an unknown woman catches her attention. Logan is instantly bewitched and itches to know more about her. As this advances, Logan encounters romantic, dramatic, and l...
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I loved art, from realism to oil, using canvas to articulate emotions illumined me. I felt serene, alive, and free. I loved this career.
Our studio manufactured various artworks from exclusive to demand to distinctive.
Kofi and I started this business, we met during college and have been stuck since.
In total, there were four of us who worked in the studio. Kofi, Selina, Jaime, and I.
All friends with individual stations.
Our main clients were rich old folks who wanted new, decent artwork. A nature mural on the studio's wall enticed them, our creation, it took three weeks to make.
Our business was worth at least two million dollars. It's been functioning for more than twelve months and our costs weren't low. The lowest amount was fifteen hundred dollars.
Kofi and I knew our value. I don't fuck around when it comes to art, it takes time, skill, and a ton of effort.
I sat at the desk, sketching new outlines. I had a few art drafts nesting.
I wanted to release them.
The doorbell chimed. Kofi walked in, holding takeout. Selina and Jaime weren't in.
It was time for lunch.
I viewed Kofi. "Please, tell me it's correct this time." I said. "Your brain's worse than mine."
Kofi smiled, moving towards me. "I double checked this shit and all, man. I even had the cashier read it out for me."
Kofi set the takeout on the desk.
"You need more slumber." I stated. "Kwame snores too loud. How the fuck are we in different rooms, but I can still hear that shit?" Kofi asked, bewildered.
Kwame was his older brother, he shared a condominium with him.
"Oh, that's the devil, sweetheart. He wants to come out." I bantered.
Kofi scoffed. He viewed the takeout. "I'm still waiting on feedback, is the order correct?" I was baffled. "You said it was, the fuck."
"I'd still like to make sure." Kofi said. I checked. "Yes, it's correct." Kofi exhaled and held his chest.
"You're so dramatic." I added. "And famished. I need to eat." Kofi snatched his food and ran into the office.
He's such a weird man.
The doorbell chimed once more. I looked over. A masculine woman strolled in.
It was the stud I met three noons back on the street, she was tall like a tree and I was a mushroom. Her hair was luscious, much better than mine.
"Hi." I was saluted. "You're here." I said. A smile was between her cheeks, she looked frivolous. "I am... am I allowed to come over there?"
"You are." I turned. "I'm on break. You can use that stool." I directed, she took the stool and sat with me. "I'm Logan."
"Tahiri." I said. "Your name's cute, like an island. I should've made some lunch for us so we could dine here."
"This isn't a date." I stated with crossed arms. "I know, mamas. I never said it was. But... it could be." Logan told me.
"I said I was down to make friends, sweetie, that's it." I made clear. "And that's the reason I'm here."
"You're so tenacious."
"You're the one who handed the card over, all I'm doing is fulfilling."
God, I hate that she's so damn fine, she irks me a little, but...
"Now, can we be friends?"
...I am the one who invited her here.
"Yes."
Logan and I listened to each other talk. Her focus was on me the entire time, not once did she avert, she was invested.
I learnt she was a restaurant owner, loved that, shoutout to all the black businessmen and businesswomen.
I showcased some of the art I created, she liked them. I found out she was older, 29.
Her and I related, understood, and learned more about one another. It wasn't... that bad.
I let her have the number, she was stoked, she better not harass me with thousands of texts or that's it for this alliance.
The sun started setting. Kofi and I locked the studio. I went home to see Harlee, a cute and black, boston terrier.
The woman of the condo.
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I embraced and kissed her the moment I walked in. Her little tail was so cute.
Harlee followed me to the bedroom. I received a text from an unsaved number and knowing the number well, I knew who it was from.
Marquise, a recent ex, three months. He fell in love with someone else, said I was too laidback for him.
He wanted an animal.
He found one, but it seems it didn't work out, now he blasts me with random texts. He wants me to take him back.
I could block him, but he's so irrelevant, I don't even care. He was muted and unread.
I don't have time for that.
He doesn't exist.
I need someone better, someone who'll cherish and love me no matter what.
