Heather sat in her classroom as she prepared for her lesson tomorrow. She loved the month of February because it was Black History Month and her students enjoyed learning about it. They always asked questions, which made her even more excited.
"My girl, H."
Heather picked her head up and was shocked to see Arman standing at the door. "Boy, what are you doing here?"
"Kill forgot his library book." Arman said.
"You think you're slick." Heather told him as she got up to get the book from Killian's cubby. "He never forgets his library book. You definitely set this up."
"I'm just trying to see my future girl. Where her class at?" Arman replied as he peeped out the hallway. "I need to shoot my shot."
Heather laughed. "You get on my nerves. C'mon, I got an idea." Heather walked out into the hallway and Arman followed behind her with excitement written all over his face. They made it to the classroom and Heather softly knocked on the door. "Hey, Nova girl!"
Nova lifted her head and smiled. "Hey, Heather."
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"This is my bestie, Arman. He used to go to this school and this was one of his old classrooms." Heather lied.
"Oh wow. It's nice to meet you, Arman." Nova said.
Arman smiled. "It's nice to meet you too."
"Hey, did you play basketball at TSU?" Nova asked.
"Yeah, I just graduated last year." Arman replied.
"Number three, huh?" Nova said with a smirk.
Arman could not hold back the smile that spread across his face. "If you were stalking me just say that."
"Would I be too much of a stalker if I asked you for your number?" Nova flirted, catching Arman and Heather by surprise.
"Not at all, baby girl." Arman said. Nova pulled out her phone and the two of them exchanged numbers. "Call me when you get home, aight?"
"I sure will." Nova told him.
Heather exchanged a few more words with Nova before she and Arman exited the classroom. "Heather, you are a fucking genius." Arman said. "I gotta tell Amaru about this shit."
"Y'all better get married or we're gonna have some issues." Heather joked.
Arman laughed. "I got you, H."
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"Look." Micah said as he handed Amaru his drawing.
"I like it—Picasso!" Amaru said, copying the sound from TikTok.
"You, Yan, mommy, me." He told him. "Family!"
"That's cool, little man." Amaru smiled.
"What y'all doing in here? And Micah, why'd you leave Killian in there sleep?" Heather asked as she laid down next to Amaru in the bed.
