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[The NBA Star & The Bookstore Clerk]

Dante 'Hoops' Morgan. That's a name that holds significant recognition in all of United States and beyond. Wether it's as a pro basketball player with stats that will make your mouth water, or as an avid Black rights activist and philanthropist, or just as a good ole ladies man. Either way, if you don't live under a rock then you've certainly heard about Dante freaking Morgan.
According to our sources, while his teammates and their significant others are off bae-cationing in tropical islands for the offseason, Morgan has gone back to his hometown back in Evansville instead. Rumor has it that the league's most eligible bachelor might just have a piece of his heart stuck back home. You know what they say people, 'home is where the heart is'.
Remember last year our dear Mr charming was engaged to...

Dante hissed and tossed his phone down irritably. These fucking blogs were always on some bullshit. Truth is, Dante's been feeling a little lost lately, a little empty like there's a gaping hole where his heart is supposed to be. For someone who had everything he ever wanted, what else could he possibly need? He wondered. What better way to figure your shit out than home? Which was the real reason why he came back here, but the media always wanna start shit.

He glanced at the clock and compared it with his watch, which was still on central time, then rolled on his back and stared at the ivory ceiling.

Dante sat up and pushed back the covers. Without his usual routine his day stretched endlessly in front of him. Had he really gotten so lost in the job that he didn't have anything else in life? Dumb question. He told himself, he already knew the answer.
If he was keeping it a buck, his mom had practically blackmailed him into coming home, accusing him of hiding in his job to avoid real life. She swore he was lonely, maybe she's right.

By 7:40 he'd showered, shaved and dressed in black sweatpants, a gray hoodie and slides. Dante paced restlessly in his comfortable room, maybe he could go for a drive and catch up with some old friends, or maybe he should just make up an excuse to leave all together, it wasn't too late to catch up with his friends on their trip.
He decided against the latter, fucking random girls for the thrill of it was old and stale now, all it did was make him feel emptier anyway.

He headed downstairs and grabbed the keys to his first car(a beat up Honda Element) and stepped out, he wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible.

After driving around town for close to an hour, letting the morning breeze ease the tension he was feeling, and letting nostalgia hit him a couple of times. He decided to go wake up his friend, maybe he'd visit his mom afterwards.

As Dante turned his car around to head back, he came face to face with the towns biggest bookstore and froze. He and Jamal used to practically live in the comic book section of that store, maybe he should stop by and get something to read while he's here.