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Sariah walks out into the parking lot of the small boutique carrying 3 peach pink bags.
"Fucking bags heavy as shit," She whispers to herself.
" 'cuse me," Sariah turned around facing the man who was trying to get her attention.
He was tall, freckles cascaded from under his eyes onto his cheeks some. He wore a black t-shirt and Balmain jeans with white Haraches. His muscular arms are covered in tattoos.
"Yes?"
"How you doin'?" as he spoke she saw the gold grill on his bottom row.
"I'm fine, how 'bout yourself?" She asks.
"Yes, you are. .but uh, I'm cool. I'm Keith." He admires her soft features; her brown eyes, and full lips.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Sariah," She extends her hand to shake his. He gladly accepts and shakes back.
"Beautiful name, beautiful girl," he cocks his head to the side flashing his grill again. He looks her up and down and licks his lips.
She stands 5'4 in a cropped white tank top and vintage Levi's high-waisted shorts and white Vans. His eyes still wander down her small frame landing on her perky B-cups.
"Umm.. Keith?" She asks trying to get his attention away from her breasts.
"Yeah," he answered still gaping down at her chest.
"Those aren't aren't my eyes, Playboy," She says. He instantly looks up and laughs.
"Oh, I'm sorry baby, but you're just so bea-" he's interrupted by loud gunshots from across the parking lot.
Sariah jumped and looked in the direction of the shots. There were three men dressed in all black with white bandanas tied around their faces.
"Get down!" Keith yells, grabbing her hand that held the bags. He drags her behind him and pulls her behind a black SUV which they use to shield them.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Sariah yelled turning to Keith, who now held a gun in his hand looking to the side of the truck at the shooters.
"Stay down," he tells her and slowly peeks his head around to look. Just as he does, a shot is fired.
