“ Hey, what are you doing here?” I asked, hoping there wasn't a scowl on my face. “ I came to get some stuff”, he answered, looking at his basket which had only bread. Who the hell gets just bread? “ I know, like, what are you doing in here, in Atlanta?” “ Oh, nothing much. I just came to see a friend. Do you stay here now? In Atlanta?” “ Yeah”, I hummed and took a step forward as the cashier started packing my things up after beeping it. He nodded. “ You look good, Dante”. “ You don't look bad yourself”, I sharply responded. I gave the cashier my credit card and tried to leave immediately, but thanks to Hakim only buying bread, he caught up with me before I could get to my car. “ Hey, hey, wait up, are you in a rush or something?” “ Yeah, I need to get home”, I said, as a matter of factly. “ Oh, can I drop you off?” He asked and I dangled my keys in front of his face, “ of course you drove here, what was I thinking? Um……..mind if I have your number? We can hav
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