❝ᶠᵃˡˡᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱˢ ˢᵒʳᵗᵃ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵘᵐᵇᵒ.
ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵈᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ
ⁱⁿᵍʳᵉᵈⁱᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵒʳ ᵉˡˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʳⁱˢᵏ
ˢᶜʳᵉʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ.❞
Gina Farris had to work for everything she has ever earned from ground-up which incl...
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MY MARY JANE SHOES SPLASHED IN THE RED DIRT of Louisiana as I chased after the local bus. The driver must've recognized me from the rearview mirror because he stopped. I paid my fair before taking a seat in the far back after sliding on my earphones to the Goapele tune—closer.
Closer to my dreams It's coming over me I'm getting higher Closer to my dreams I'm getting higher and higher Feel it in my sleep
I went through the spiral patterned tote that I carried pulling out my work clothes before I switched into a hairnet, white apron, and orange collar shirt.
The words Nubia's Soul House was sewn in yellow cursive font on the pocket.
The bus moved swiftly by dozens of rundown buildings that had graffiti sketches and trash nearby before we got to the location.
"Look! Who finally decided to show up?" an employee by the name of Ines spoke as she brought out a tray of steamy dishes.
"I know I'm late, and it won't happen again," I said, then offered to take over from here.
The manager watched on from the back as a smile took over her face. "Ain't that you know who?"
"Who?" my head snapped into the direction that her dark brown eyes lingered and sure enough it was him in all of his charming glory.
A fascinating mystery.
He said nothing as he took a seat exactly where he always did. Looking good enough to taste. But with him, I got the deep sense that wouldn't do since his presence alone was much too enticing. From his rich dark skin, gentle eyes and perfect smile—how could one not want more and end up hooked.
"Well..."
"What?" I stared with a confused look on my face.
"Aren't you gonna go over there and say something to the man, Gina?" Ines said, a little too loud like what if he heard and my whole cover was blown. "It's going on six months almost girl please for me go over there and say something."
"What am I supposed to say?" I asked, truly lost on how to flirt and be hip with the in-crowd these days.
She pushed a pad and a pen toward me. "You can start by asking for his order."
"Hell no..." I forced it back then sighed. "Maybe tomorrow."
Ines just stared at me probably feeling sorry for me. Hell, I felt sorry for myself as well. So I couldn't really blame her if she did too.
"Gina, I need to speak with you." The manager interrupted impatiently.
"I gotta go," I said before walking off. And just like that, I had missed yet another opportunity to talk to the man in the suit who had stolen my heart and mind.
Ever since I laid eyes on him.
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A/N: Yes, this story is inspired by Alicia Keys music video for 'You Don't Know My Name' but there will be twists and spins on things so please enjoy and I hope you all leave some feedback by voting, commenting, and sharing this story with your friends and followers don't be a ghost reader. #HAPPYREADING 😘
