Erik Stevens crashes an annual Spring Break pilgrimage among a large group of friends where he meets Renata Gilliam, a big beautiful social media influencer with an inner confidence that she's too shy to express outwardly among her close friends.
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"Gloss on her lips Glass on the ceiling All the girls showin' love While the boys be catchin' feelings Once you see her face, her eyes you'll remember And she'll have you fallin' harder than a Sunday in September Whether in Savannah, K-Kansas or in Atlanta She'll walk in any room have you raising up your antennas She can fly you straight to the moon or to the ghettos Wearing tennis shoes or in flats or in stilettos Illuminating all that she touches..."
Janelle Monae – "Electric Lady"
Renata pulled her lips away from Mason and stepped back from him. His eyes were fiery and he stepped closer to her, trying to put his hands around her waist.
"We gotta go," she said, grabbing her purse and moving into the house and past Erik. She didn't even look at Erik when she left.
"Damn man, you can't even wait 'til a nigga is outta the house before you running up behind me?"
Renata stopped in mid-stride outside the front door and turned to watch Erik as he walked over to Mason. Mason squared up his shoulders, his face stern as he watched Erik approach him.
"Running up behind you?" Mason said, his face looking offended by Erik's words.
"Yeah. Running up behind me. Trying to get at Renata—"
