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"Aw shit." Maurice mumbled through the blunt that rested between his lips. He fidgeted with Robyn's keys that sat in his hand, struggling to hold everything together. He was attempting to balance her keys, his keys, and his Fanta in his hands while also trying to focus on not dropping his blunt.
"Sir, do you need some help?" He looked up at the middle aged white man who stood in front of him wearing the Home depot uniform. The man looked a little nervous, like he wasn't trying to approach Maurice, but he had to because it was his job.
"Do it look like I need some damn help?" Maurice spat, taking the blunt from between his lips and holding it in his right hand. The man turned up his nose at the stench that the burning weed gave.
"Well then I'm going to have to ask you to leave or finish your little session outside. This is a non-smoking store." Maurice gave the man a blank look as his cheeks filled up with smoke. The man watched before dramatically coughing once Maurice blew the smoke in his face while flicking the man off.
"I advise you to walk away Phillip, I just gotta copy this shit then I'll be out yall rundown ass store." The man stood speechless, appalled was probably a better word for it. He'd never encountered such a 'thug,' he looked to Maurice like he was a wild hoodlum, meanwhile he was just trying to copy these keys from Robyn's house.
He wanted to leave early while she was still asleep, knowing that if he did it while she was awake then she would have probably threw a fit. He would have asked for her permission to get a copy of her keys, but she would have either asked a bunch of questions or just flat out had said no. But he would've got them copied regardless, so he felt leaving early and not inquiring her about it would make his life easier.
"Sir I will call the police-." Maurice placed the key into the little copying machine, lifting up the side of his shirt slightly as his attention remained in front of him. By the way Phillip immediately stopped talking, he was aware his gun was spotted. Smirking to himself, he glanced at the white man who's face was beet red.
"Have a good day sir." He smiled, grabbing the key copy along with the original. He didn't always go around and just start flashing his beretta to people, but he knew he would be able to scare off the man this time.
He was going back to Robyn's house, the new one. Since he went to her party, they talked a little bit, but he could tell she was slightly trying to avoid him. He didn't know why and didn't ask, but if she decided to open up then he would listen.
In the 5 days he been with her, they've slept together multiple times, making up on lost time. It was easier to talk with their bodies than their words, for the time being at least. Robyn didn't forget anything, not the reason she cut him off and not the fact he was still messing with the Jay girl. She was hoping Maurice didn't think everything between them was suddenly peaches and cream because it wasn't. She was just craving him and needed him, so she pursed him.
