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Ryan.
I was walking around the mall with Cairo.
In one hand I had an Auntie Anne's cinnamon pretzel with a caramel dipping sauce and in the other I had a handful of bags.
"Mmmm, this shit is so good. Ohhhhh." I moaned. I literally had been thinking about this all day.
Cairo walked beside me, laughing at the sounds coming out of my mouth.
"I know it's not that damn good man. You really draggin' that shit," he told me.
"Man shit, look here. This bitch THUMMMMPS." I told him.
We had been in this damn mall ALL day , some new shoes had came out and of course, Cairo wanted them. In my opinion, they were ugly and he damn sure could've ordered them offline but hey.
"Honestly, the fact that you have on an entire suit and heels to walk around the mall is EXTRA as fuck to me Ryan," he told me while looking me up and down.
"Cairo. I tell you all the time that you never know who you're going to see. You have to be dressed to impress at ALL times. Period."
He shook his head, and blew out a big breath. I was serious though. Life is all about first impressions and I must say that I looked good as hell today. Suit or not. My wig was secured, my makeup was blended, and my creases were crisp, bitch. Nobody could tell me shit.
As if on cue, this fine ass chocolate man rolled up on me.

"Excuse me beautiful," he said

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"Excuse me beautiful," he said. He had a soft, sexy voice. His white teeth were straight, with two golds on the right side. I was feeling him already to say the least and he'd only said three words. My panties got wet just looking at him.
I stopped, and smiled. "Me?" I asked.
"Yeah, you." He chuckled. "I been watching you for a minute but I wasn't sure how to approach you or if I should at all because you was walking with bruh. But I couldn't forgive myself if I ain't at least take a chance."

Cairo.
I stood here with my eyebrows raised listening to this lil nigga spit game. Literally, this nigga was LITTLE.
Ryan was eating that shit up though. I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous but she not mine yet.
I watched her give him her number and wave at him.
She walked up to me skinning and grinning.
"What the hell you smiling so hard for ?" I asked her.
"You seen that ? I got the juice." She started jigging. Shaking her ass, embarrassing me. I just stood there looking at her like she had two damn heads.
She finally stopped and looked at me, breathing hard. Fat ass girl.
"Turn that frown upside down. Eowww."
"Bruh, I'm so tired of you doing that shit. Hush" I said to her while walking away.
She picked up her bags running toward me.
"Oh you're no fun. So, you going to this party with me tonight?" Again, I looked at her stupid as hell. Ryan know I don't even be on the scene like that.
"Nawl shawty , you good" Soon as the words left my mouth her ass was pouting.
"But whyyyyyy? It's no point of us being best friends if you don't go out with me." She put her bags down.
I already knew what was about to happen. She was finna show OUT.
She fell on the ground, screaming and yelling. EMBARRASSING ME, just like I said earlier.
"Get yo dumb ass up man. Don't piss me off" I said.
I couldn't even ignore her. I picked her up , slung her over my shoulder, got the bags and started walking toward the door.
"Just put me down! You fake. Stranger danger" She yelled til I smacked her ass.
She was quiet until we got to the car as a matter of fact. Then she started crying.

 I just sat there, looking at her

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I just sat there, looking at her.
"I'll go" I said , sighing.
She started crying softer and said, "Huh?".
"I said I'll go little girl. You can stop the fake crying"
"Oh thank God. I was actually starting to get a headache." She breathed hard and wiped her face.
"YAYYYYYY"
I cranked the car up and backed out the space. This woman will be the death of me I swear. She's my weakness. My Achilles. My always. 

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