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chapter five : giving out
"I don't know if I already told you this but your bike is so fuckin' cool," Zayn crooned as he stood up straight from leaning against the brick wall. "Like really, it's nice."
This is where Munirah parked her bike and it was also a place where they would meet up from here on out. He watched as the beautiful brown woman take her helmet off, flipping her dreads around her so effortlessly. As she got off the bike with ease his eyes took a glimse of her backside that snugged in an all black leather body suit that complimented her figure very well. She had a slim body and cute hips that he wouldn't mind holding onto. Munirah wasn't super tall but she was a good height, standing around 5'6 to say at least. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't attracted to her, because he most definitely was. It wasn't an everyday thing hanging out with a gorgeous jewel that was not from Coppa County. And being around her gave him an usual feeling-oddly a good feeling.
"Thank you," Munirah gave him a soft smile and then grabbed the medium sized bag that was hanging on the side of the motorcycle. She swung it around her shoulder and turned her motorcycle off so that it became invisible.
"What's in the bag?" Zayn asked her curiously.
"Money," she replied walking out the alley, and soon Zayn followed her.
"Um..you're early than usual," Zayn noted as they walked down the sidewalk next to each other. "Not that I have a problem with it. M'just saying."
"Yeah I know, I just wanted to give as much as I can before the streets get empty. Not everybody is out at night. And plus the sun is up too, this is a good chance to give this all away," Munirah had her glasses on to hide her eyes from the people she encountered. She knew that this was very risky to be out in the open like this but she did whatever she wanted to do. There was no body guards around her and her father wasn't constantly looking down her shoulder either. Also there wasn't a lot of patrol officers here anyway. She actually felt like she had more freedom here than she did at home. Yet back home she had more privileges, but these people didn't.
"Your folks at home..are they not worried?" Zayn asks stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets.
"I don't really want to talk about that right now," Munirah tells him truthfully, kicking a rock.
"My apologies," he apologizes. "I didn't mean to overstep."
"No, you're fine," she assures him. "This is a time where I don't wanna talk about home. And plus, I don't consider that fuckin' place a home anyway," she then sighed. "But it is what it is."
"How come?" Zayn then asks.
She looked at him, and if only she didn't have these glasses on he would see that she was squinting her eyes at him, "You really like to ask a lot of questions, don't you?"
"Be glad that I want to get to know you more. I really don't make friends on the regular princess," Zayn stated bluntly, and it was pretty true. He didn't really make friends like that and he didn't see himself becoming friends with Munirah either. "But it is what it is," he mocked.
"I have so much to figure out about you Zayn," she sighed as they made a turn onto another block.
"Good luck with that," he scoffs.
"You're rude," she grunts nudging his side with the roll of her eyes.
"Thanks," he replied sarcastically.
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