I M A G I N E S G A L O R E

Helping Hand

An August Alsina imagine.

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Y/N had just finished putting the last batch of shoe boxes into the storeroom and was ready to go home. More like rushing to go home. Her boss had been on her case all day and she was fed up with all the customers. It got under her skin how flashy they were with their money.

If it were up to her, she'd use all that money for valuable needs or save some up. But that didn't matter, because she considered the job a well paying one. Well, it took care of all her needs.

A heavy sigh exited her lips, as if all her frustrations had been let out. She got her bag and pushed her glasses up her face for the millionth time, regretting that she didn't wear her contact lenses.

She pulled the band out of her hair, releasing her wild curls. A feeling she thought to be the most satisfying.

"Y/N, I forgot to tell you, there's one customer coming in right now and I need you to help him choose his pair, or pairs of shoes. He's got money to blow so... be nice." Her boss, Rocco said.

She grew agitated, "Really Rocco? When I'm about to leave? I'm tired, tell 'em we're closed." She said back, in more of a whine.

"Yes really. I pay you for a reason, don't I? Go open the doors, you're the last employee still left here."

"Exactly why I need to leave. You better pay me for my overtime cause I'm always the last one here. You always want me packing boxes or some shit. And I gotta get home to my siblings too." Y/N went on, explaining her situation as understandable as possible.

"I'll pay you, just... go help the guy and his entourage out." With that said, he gave her an assuring wink and a slight pat on the shoulder and walked back into his little office.

The guy and his entourage were walking around the store, checking out the latest shoes.

Y/N walked over to them, pretending to be happy.

"Welcome to SneakLife, can I help you with choosing anything?" She said, forcing a smile on her face.

"How about you?" The guy said, with a thick Louisiana accent.

He was tall, with caramel skin and tattoos, with a smile that could make you melt and dimples. Y/N was too tired to actually take his features in though.

"Unfortunately, I'm not for sale," she plastered a smile onto her face, revealing dimples of her own. "But these AF1s are."

"Damn, I was just jokin' ma." The tall man replied, placing his hand on his chest pretending to be hurt.

"Damn, shawty cute. How old are you baby girl? We don't wanna be getting arrested 'cause of you bein' a minor." One of his 4 friends interrupted.

Y/N thought he looked like DC Young Fly, but rather kept that thought to herself.

"Old enough to have a damn job," she replied to the friend before looking back at the tall one.

"Sir, my boss made me stay here longer than I should have because he said you needed assistance. I'm tired, my head hurts, so can. I. Help you?" She sassed.

"Damn, no need for the formalities. But aight cutie, I'm lookin' fa some size 11 Jordan 1s. You think you can hook me up?" He asked, never taking his eyes off her.

"Right this way," she guided as he walked into another section of the store.

She stood on a stool and reached for his size, grabbing a few pairs in different colors, causing him to stare a little at her backside.

"You know you coulda just asked me to get them fa you right?" He smirked.

"You mean for yourself. But I'm just doing my job," She said.

"Here we got 4 different colors, the white, the black and green, the black and red and the custom Off White blue, white and orange. Would you like to try them on?" Again, she faked a smile.

He chuckled.

"I think imma go fa the customs. These some fresh kicks."

He tried the shoe on while Y/N patiently waited, mentally rolling her eyes every time he made a comment about how fine he looked or wanting to buy the whole store.

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A few minutes later, she helped him make the purchase and literally kicked them out.

"Thank the good Lord." She said to herself, finally locking the doors.

It was now around 7:45 pm, a rainy and windy night and Y/N had been struggling to find a bus for the past 30 minutes.

She didn't have enough money for an Uber and she was getting really worried about her siblings.

A grey Range Rover then pulled up in front of her, revealing the guy responsible for making her leave work late.

"You again..." she said, catching an attitude again.

"Yo where you headed mamas? I can take you. Hop in."

"I'm good thanks." She firmly declined.

"Come on, its rainin', that rain jacket ain't doing nun' for you and ya pretty hair. And like you said, you tired. Hop in." He said in a rather convincing tone.

She contemplated at first but ended up getting in.

"I swea' I won't kidnap yo ass. I'm just tryna help." His thick accent rolled off his tongue.

"Please make a right turn. You'll take me straight home?"

"Whateva you want. I'm August, by the way."

"Y/N."