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"Hey umm Sincere? Thank you for.. you know helping me back there." She said looking at his hair she had a bad habit of staring at people hair since she's a hair stylist it's always been a habit of hers, but she really liked his it was different you don't see hair like his in Birmingham a lot...
"I ain't do it for you I just ain't want y'all to beat the nigga up and start a brawl in here." He said looking at all her features but mugging her at the same time.
He was mad as fuck and didn't know why.
"Well never mind then nigga!" She spouted, finally looking at his face features. She turned around ready to walk away and he grabbed her arm.
"You mad or some?" He asked looking confused.
"Yea nigga you act like you don't know how to just say you welcome." She said mugging him and he laughed.
"What's funny?" She asked, confused.
"You.. Let me ask you some, you mad that I didn't say you welcome or because I said I ain't do it for you?"
"Obviously because you ain't say you welcome instead of all that extra stuff this conversation could've been over with." Lyric spouted watching him lick his lips staring down at her.
"Maybe I didn't want the conversation to be over fast." He teased.
"Well, if you just wanted to talk to me, you could've just said that too" Lyric joked, and they both laughed.
"You welcome pretty and I wanna talk to you is that cool with you?" He asked smirking.
"Is that why you been staring at me all night?" Lyric accused and just when he was about to respond they heard gunshots.
Sin grabbed Lyric and put her in a room told her to stay on the floor and ran back out taking his gun out of his Nike Tech pants.
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Lyric is an introverted girl from Birmingham Alabama with a mental illness that prevents her from leaving her house. What happens when she meets Sincere a persistent hood dude from Florida who just wants to be whatever she needs him to be.
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