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𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐋

here's an update on y'all noggins😌💅🏾. also, if you see a Tamia, it's Flo Milli btw.

y'all know the drill. excuse them mf errors, cuz!

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"Is this really the place? Because I will kick yo' ass if it isn't." Kevin grunted as he eyed the small corner store standing in front of him.

The corner store would be mediocre-looking to anyone passing by but Kevin was an extremely boujee person and turned up his nose at the place in disgust.

"Yes sir. From some of the research I've been doing, it has led me to this place."

The taller man furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, "And you're sure he works here?"

"I-I don't k-know if he still works here, b-but this is his place of work." the assistant stuttered, carefully choosing his words so he wouldn't piss off his boss.

The dark-skinned man rolled his eyes before he began to make his steps towards the front of the establishment. Opening the generic glass doors to the place and he disregarded the stares from a few people inside the store, knowing that they eyed the man down because of how wealthy he looked. Continuing his journey towards the register where he saw a small, dark-skinned twink sat, who was busily scrolling through his phone unprofessionally and without a care.

The sound of expensive Christian Louboutin clacking against the ceramic tiles was what caused Zion's attention to stray away from his phone, looking down at the shoes that were the source of the irritating sound. The twink widening his eyes in surprise before snapping his head up to see the owner of the expensive shoes, in hopes that the person was good looking, but frowned and became highly disappointed to know the face didn't match well with what he had hoped the man would've looked like.

But that wasn't going to stop Zion from possibly obtaining a sugar daddy.

"How may I help you today, sir?" the twink purred as he eyed the elder's outfit before coming in contact with the man's eyes, observing his face a little, "You know you kinda' look like somebody I know-"

"Do you know where I can talk to the manager?" Kevin cuts off the smaller with a gruff voice as he did a quick glance around the store, in hopes he could find the man in charge, "I'm lookin' to speak to a 'Mr. Reyes.' around here."

Zion twirled a small strand of hair between his fingers, biting his lips, "May I ask why? I can't get my manager without a valid reason."

Kevin felt himself grimace in distaste at the smaller's attempt to be seductive - now seeing how dry the boy's lips were and was immediately turned off.

"I need to talk to him about an employee that works here."

Zion tilted his head in confusion. He was the only one working in the store now but froze in place once he started to think about the situation. That's when the smaller's eyes lit up in remembrance and snapped his head up towards the elder man.