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Zamir Moore
Houston Texas | 12:02 am"Come on." I told Ivy walking towards the door.
"Coming!" She turned on her toes smiling big as hell.
This girl higher than high.
"Where we going?" I asked her opening the passenger door for her.
"Oou you a gentleman." She poked me in my stomach. "Ooh shit noww."
She tried to mumble the last part. I still heard her though.
I chuckled shutting the door once she was in.
"You still aint answered my question." I laid my head back against the head rest looking at her.
"What was your question?" She crossed her legs putting her hands in her lap.
She sholl do that a lot.
"I said where we going?"
"Ion know you pick."
"Aight bet." I said backing out the driveway.
The only food place I knew how to get to from her house was waffle house. So i guess that's where we going.
"Ice where you from?" She asked me looking up from her phone.
"Little girl you bouta get slap." I told her running a stop sign.
"Why?"
"Cause my name aint Ice."
"Oh shit. Icy, Icy, Icy." She repeated. "Whats yo real name cause I know yo people's aint name you Icy."
"Whats yo real name?" I asked her.
"Ivy." She said rolling her eyes. "Plus nigga i asked you first!" She said slapping my arm making the car swerve.
"Girl you suicidal?" I asked looking at her crazy.
"Don't worry bout it sweetheart."
"Don't do that shit no more."
"Stop tryna dodge my question nigga."
"Oh. My name Zamir." I said parking turning the car off. "Don't call me that shit though."
"Ima call you that. Cause I can't remember Ice from Icy." She said getting out the car walking to the front waiting on me.
"Go ahead." I told her opening the door.
"Damn it's pack in here." She said looking around.
"Lets go right here." I directed her to the two empty stools at the end.
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