Hasaan kicked his slides on and stood up from his bed once the buzzer went off and the cell began to open. He stretched long and hard due to the hard nonsensical cushion they called a mattress, and stepped out to see many others who were on the schedule to work, walking behind the C.Os to their workplaces.
He spotted Osama sneakily making his way up the stairs to his floor and when he reached, the two began to walk down the halls to the other set of stairs and go down to snag them some breakfast.
"Hey Ms.Tiffany." Osama sang when the two successfully had snuck into the mess hall. The guards surprisingly were not around so it was much easier to make it inside, without having to explain themselves to anyone.
"What do you want Grier?" Ms.Tiffany said turning around with a bowl in her hand.
"Damn youon fuck with a nigga no more?" Osama asked touching his heart as if it pained him. "And to think I was gon put you on with my uncle Anthony." Osama shook his head at her making her roll her eyes.
"I thought you said your uncle said he don't want no yella teeth havin— Hasaan had gotten cut off midsentence when Osama elbowed him in the side and smiled sweetly at the woman before him who was evidently oblivious.
"And you're sure that he agreed on talking to me right?" Ms.Tiffany asked him as she prepared two trays for the boys and looked over at Osama with evident trust in her eyes.
For a minute, Hasaan had felt bad for the woman because he knew she had real genuine feelings, but in the same breath, technically, they were two men in prison with almost as equally bad reputations so she shouldn't have been so trusting of them in the first place.
Hasaan shook his head as he listened to his friend lie his ass off, and say the complete opposite of what Anthony had actually said filling the woman with false hope. While Osama talked, Hasaan observed the room and noticed the many sharp things they had out. He wondered why all of the knives were out in the open instead of locked away like they normally were, and thought of the punishment he'd face if he took one. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind thinking of the possible death penalty the court may rule against him— if he was to stab or kill another inmate in prison. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and began to analyze Ms.Tiffany's body language. From her body language alone, he could tell she was hopeful and glad that someone had wanted to be with her.
Little did she know that Osama's uncle didn't want her either.
"You the goat Ms.Tiffany." Osama cheesed as he grabbed the tray from her and snapped Hasaan out of his thoughts.
