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1 WEEK LATER MIAMI'S FULTON STREET, BROOKLYN NY
"I'M NOT DOING THIS WITH YOU TODAY. I'm truly not."
Miami entered her store with concern etched all over her face due to what was going down in front of her. She watched as all the customers and the workers that were on the clock, watched Jayelle argue with a man who didn't look any older than twenty-five.
He was very handsome, but he was white which took everyone by surprise. He stood at about six foot three, with the prettiest green eyes that held specks of hazel and yellow. His hair was a dirty blond and styled in a ceaser cut with a little more hair left at the top than the sides and back. His right ear was pierced, and all of his skin was very smooth and clear. His shade resembling the shade of aged paper. He was tattoo free from what Miami could see, but that was if he didn't have any underneath his clothing.
"Jayelle we need to talk about this. You keep running from me and everyone else, that's not helping the situation at all."
Miami's eyes bugled out at his voice which took her aback. It was so deep yet smooth at the same time, she could tell he grew up in New York because of the thick accent that rolled off his tongue with each word. He wasn't using any slang but the accent was present with just the way he pronounced his words.
"Ashton." Jayelle raised her hand up to cut him off. "Not right now."
He sucked his teeth and took a step back, balancing his weight on the heels of his feet. "So when's a good time? Cause you playing bro and I'm sick and tired of it. When can you see Dakota?"
"Ashton!" Jayelle squealed.
"What man?" He eyed her before looking around at the store. He caught the eyes of everyone who was prying and being nosy. Ashton mugged them causing everyone to divert their attention.
