Twenty-five year old Adira Thompson finds herself in a position where she's single and pregnant, with dreams of becoming a plastic surgeon.
She and her family have a love for basketball, particularly their home team in Los Angeles. Her world someho...
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Seated at this beautiful restaurant waiting for Adira to arrive. We decided to see how things go as far as our schedule. Three days later, after the DMs situation, we had a little time to spare. We've been talking to each other on the phone at night. She really does have a busy schedule. She told me she was in her last year of medical school. I was like, damn!
This will be my third time seeing her, this time without scrubs. I had my driver pick her up that way I know she'll get back with no issues. I also had the restaurant close down for the evening. The owner knew who I was, and they agreed to it. I notified him yesterday morning. They said they could work it in. I knew it was a last-minute ask, so I'll compensate them for this.
Before I left the house, my mom kept asking me where was I going, which kind of annoyed me. I need to get some privacy between us. I told her I was going out to meet one of my friends. That's all she needed to know.
After about ten minutes Adira and my driver Ben came walking in the front entrance. I stood up when they came closer in my view. She was stunning. Her curls were longer, oppose to the short curls or ponytail she'd wear. She wore an elegant white fitted dress. The entire look was well put together. I can tell she's not a person who's into makeup. It's almost like shes this tomboy who grew into her femininity as she got older. She made an effort for the evening, but she looked uncomfortable in her heels and dress.
"Here you are Zo, Ms. Thompson," Ben stated nodding to Adira. I stood up.
"Thanks, Ben, I appreciate it." Both of us shared a smile. He went on to leave. I walked from behind the table gesturing for a hug, and she accepted. The embrace was brief. I helped her get seated in the chair across from me before regaining mine. She leaned back, waving her fingers in the air dramatically, relieved.
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