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I was in the kitchen with my headphones, vibing to kompa music while making a sandwich. I couldn't help but move my belly smoothly as the exciting part played. As I kept going, I slowly turned around holding a sandwich while moving my hips. I opened my eyes, realizing Jazzy, Tiny, and Taz were watching me, waiting for me to realize they were there.
I awkwardly stood there for a second, processing what I just did. "What are you doing here?" I say. "We heard about your poetry thing, so we wanted to come," Jazzy replies. "Taz, you weren't supposed to tell anyone," I whine, walking out without looking back, trying to get to my room as soon as possible. I could hear him following behind me.
"You just love to tell my business," I say, pulling out some clothes to wear. "I wanted everyone to hear your amazing talent," he says, wrapping his arms around my waist. I laid down an outfit, asking for his opinion. "Try on the skirt; it better not be short," he said, holding it up. It didn't matter if it was because I was still going to wear tights underneath it. I put on some black tights, a black tennis shirt, and a white button-up with some platform loafers with a gold chain across it.
"Ight, lemme see something; put your arms to the side," Taz said after I got dressed. "Girl, bye. I ain't doing that; let's go before I'm late," I said, spraying on perfume as he grabbed my purse for me. I didn't expect everyone to be coming, which made me a little more anxious for tonight.
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The whole ride there made me second-guess myself. Then I realized I'm being scary for no reason; what's the worst that can happen? My nerves got higher when we arrived at the spot, but soon they were gone when I felt Taz's hand caress my thigh. "I got these for you," said Taz as he reached for something in the backseat, pulling out a bouquet of sunflowers, one of my favorites. My hand hid my smile as I used the other to take them. "They're so pretty, thank you, Taziano." I reached over for a hug; rubbing on my sides, he squeezed me tighter.
"Alright, you ready?" he said, turning off the engine. I nodded as I gathered my stuff, checking my makeup one last time. "It's about time y'all got out of that car," said Jazzy as we sat down at the booth. "What time do you go on?" Checking the time, I realized I had 12 minutes. "Not a lot of time; I should start going over my stuff." Grabbing my journal, I went to the backrooms.
"I hope everyone is ready for our next poet. Today, we have here again Miss Siya. Let's give her a hand," said the announcer. 'There's no way I'm doing this; I've never been this public.' I snapped out of my thoughts, hearing Jazzy shout my name, encouraging me.
"I think I have a crush on you, or could it be this liquid courage I've been sipping, exerting these flirtatious decisions." I lick my lips, taking another breath. "But then, see again, you're really cute, so I really think I have a crush on you." I scan for Taz's eyes. "You see, I've noticed you for a while, and I kinda love your style. You're just so damn versatile; I might just try something new."
