The hustle and bustle on the streets of Manhattan, NY seemed to be in overload on this particular Monday. People were in hurried rushes and drivers were more irritable and impatient than usual. But maybe it wasn't abnormal; everything just seems to be delayed when a person is running late. Ahmad was thirty minutes late for class yet again, jetting out of the crowded subway train as he dashed up the stairs and down the busy street. With his books in tow, he frantically rushed the streets headed to the Stern School of Business at NYU. Just as he was rushing across a big intersection, the light turned green and the cars began to move. Ahmad was in the middle of the street when the driver of a silver Mercedes Benz honked his horn and jammed on the brakes stopping inches in front of Ahmad. Ahmad looked as if he had pissed his pants as he looked at the driver who looked back at him with grueling eyes. The driver seemed to have an intimidating demeanor and Ahmad just knew he would be trouble.
"Yo what the fuck is wrong with you son? Are you crazy?" The man yelled in a heavy Harlem accent.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," Ahmad said still in shock. He looked nervously at the driver and then at the other drivers who began to honk their horns impatiently. Feeling embarrassed, Ahmad quickly turned around and continued the run to class.
Just as Ahmad was nearing his building the same silver Benz pulled up to him honking the horn. Ahmad turned around and his first reaction was to run. Here was this 'thug-looking' guy in a Mercedes Benz that just came short of killing him earlier, honking at him for his attention.
"Hey school boy, come over here!" The driver said in his heavy Harlem accent again. The man leaned out his car window all the while sizing up Ahmad.
From the driver's assessment, Ahmad appeared to be around 5'8 with a honey toned complexion, very slim, and bright light brown eyes.
Ahmad turned back around indecisive. What the hell did the man want with him? Wasn't an apology and a curse out a suffice interaction? His gut told him to run into his building as this was New York City and there were crazy mother fuckers everywhere and who knew if the driver had a gun or something on him. He was already running late and wouldn't be able to explain it to his professor if he was dead.
Sensing Ahmad's resistance, the driver spoke more softly, "Yo I ain't even mad about what just happened. I just wanted to ask you something."
Against his better judgment he walked toward the Benz feeling nervous and very afraid. As he got closer to the vehicle he noticed that the driver was actually quite attractive and he found himself quite drawn to him. He was feeling very cautious but placed his odds that the man wouldn't risk hurting him on the busy city street.
"What's wrong you scared of me or something?" The driver asked showing his pearly whites. Ahmad noticed that he had a very big yet sexy smile, reminiscent of R&B singer Chris Brown.
"Umm, no just kind of late to class." Ahmad lied mumbling over his words. Something about the man in front of him gave him quivers in his stomach.
"Oh ok, I figured that by the way you was running into traffic. You bold as hell nigga, you could have lost your life fucking with these NY drivers." The man joked staring at Ahmad.
Ahmad couldn't help but let out a laugh. He felt a little embarrassed and uneasy at the way this guy was looking at him. "Yeah again I apologize-"
The driver quickly cut him off, "I told you, you good. Tell you what though if you're sincere about that apology you could meet me for lunch after your class is done."
Ahmad was completely shocked at the man's forwardness. "What?" He asked checking to see if he had heard right. Was this man actually asking him out?
"You know lunch, you do eat right," The driver asked coyly.
Ahmad smiled again, and thought about the question. Could he actually go out on a date with this random thug in a Mercedes Benz? Ahmad felt a little bold and mostly unsure of what could happen on this lunch date.
"Yeah I eat, but I don't even know you I mean-" Ahmad began but was again cut short by the man.
"Darius, Darius Wells. Anything else you need to know?" Darius boldly inquired licking his lips.
"How do you feel about going right now?" Ahmad found himself asking and heading over to the passenger's side.
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RomanceAhmad Franklin was attending NYU when he met the Harlem thug, Darius, who turns his world upside down. Ahmad had a few lasting relationships before but never as intense and passionate as he and Darius's. Along with his best friends Charley Mack, Nav...
