"I promise."

Now you know I wouldn't let you pay for this food," he tells her. "Also, I kinda lied," he drawls, making a 'yikes' face. His words cause her to lean back a little as she wonders what he's talking about. Before she can ask him to elaborate, he starts talking again. "This isn't my friend's restaurant. It's mine. And before you get mad, I just wanted your true opinion before I told you," he tells her, and she relaxes with a smile. "Really? What the heck, Siah. I should've known when I saw the name. Henrietta was your grandma's name, right?" she questions, and he nods with a small smile. "I didn't even know you remembered," he chuckles. "Of course I did. That being said, though, you could've told me this was your restaurant because I would've told you if the food was nasty either way," she jokes to lighten the mood, and she's relieved when it works. "You ain't shit," he laughs. -

" i might buy you ice mama,"

Saint was Salem... But Salem, wasn't Saint.

Esme Presley always despised her clumsiness, it was inconvenient and an embarrassing trait to have as an adult. Little did she know her burden may have been a blessing in disguise... bwbm urbanromance agegap

ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀᴀɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏ

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟.

"I told you about looking down when you being talked to mama." Kaiser spoke more softly than before. In the small time he been around Serenity, he noticed how shy she was. She was so avoidant but alluring. He was interested in her. Seeing how well she was with the kids was just a plus. "Why?" She sighed in frustration before signing. She knew if she started talking she would make a fool of herself. "Why what?" He signed back. "Why do you care? You don't know me." "Not everyone has it out for you. I just wanna know you," Kaiser frowned. He didn't understand why she was so isolated but he wanted to know. She was worth knowing.

'𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏

"I'll play you." Kross challenged with a serious expression on his face, smoothly twirling the basketball on his pointer finger. "For what?" Amiko sighed heavily, a bored look on her face, crossing her arms over her chest, tapping her foot repeatedly on the ground. "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."