Atlanta 2x

Ch.6 Part 2 **

'I hope Brandon don't find out about this he gon' kill me AND you'

'I really pray to god he don't call or go by my mama's house looking for me'

'Oh my god what if I see him while we-

'So wassup with you? You been dodging me and shit." Terrell blurted, pulling Dream out of her thoughts and interrupting the silence in the car, with August in the backseat.

"Oh um." Dream cleared her throat. "Really just been working and having a lot going on. I'm sure you know how it is."

"Yeah I feel you." Terrell started, eyes focused on the road.

"So where we going?" Dream asked, now looking at him. She observed a big diamond earring in his ear and a tattoo on the side of his neck.

MAFIA❤️⛓ in red, bold ink.

'That shit look real familiar' Dream cogitated to herself, flipping through her brain trying to remember where she'd seen it before.

"To this lil' spot in Hemphill. Shit called Antico." He responded.

"Damn that's a long way away from here. I got you on gas money." Dream announced, now digging through her purse looking for her wallet. Hemphill was about 30 minutes away from Druid Hills.

"Nah Nah baby you good. All this on me." Terrell assured, putting his left tattooed arm over Dream's purse, stopping her. She side eyed him for a fair moment, unsure. Terrell laughed at her expression.

"Real shit. As long as you with me you ain't gotta worry bout' paying for nothing.

Dream, August, and Terrell got to Antico around 9:30. There were a decent amount of people already there.

"You like pizza lil' man?" Terrell said to August as he held the door for him and Dream as she held her son's hand, walking into the place.

"Yes! I love pepperoni pizza with lots of cheese!" The child responsed excitedly. Terrell chuckled.

"Calm down." Dream reprimanded. "Don't start acting up."  They walked up to front counter.

"Ahhh let him get comfortable lightskin." Terrell chimed in, taking August's side. Dream snickered in response.

"Hello welcome to Antico's! What type of homemade pizza would you like to be served today?" The peppy girl behind the counter asked. Candace was her name, according to her tag.

"Give us a moment please." Dream told her as she inspected the menu above the woman's head. She picked up her son so he could do the same, and help chose what kind of pizza to order.

"Aye don't ya'll got the lil' shit where you can customize yo' own pizza?" Terrell asked, not bothering to filter his words. Dream looked at him, surprised at his boldness.

"Yes sir, just describe how big you want it, how you want the dough made and what ingredients you would like on your pizza sir." Candace explained. "You can write in here." She pulled out a red clipboard from behind the counter with a sheet of paper clipped to it along with a pencil.

They moved over to the side of the counter to give other customers space to order as well. "Ight so what kind of pizza ya'll want?" Terrell asked.