Whitehall Avenue📍
St. Andrews
*Next day*

 Andrews*Next day*

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Armanii Billings.18

Standing outside the familiar house I glare at Shawn.

"Think yuh seh ya carry mhi guh hairdresser, a real hairdresser," I close my car door and walk up to the gate that he was already opening.

"Cya have likkle faith inna mhi, just bill," we enter the house and he immediately got tackled.

"baby I miss you," the familiar girl jumps on him.

She mhi see the other day?

No, she a the drunk one.

Ohh.

"Guh one side, weh Talia?" he asks

"Room"

"Fawud" he said walking down the hall stopping at the last door.

"She ago do mhi head?" I ask impatiently.

"Yeah,"

"Talia open dis," he knocks on the door.

"It open," she replies.

"Ya guh wah remove dat," he points at my shoe.

"Fhi why?"I ask.

"Just dweet," he takes off his slippers but I didn't remove my shoe.

Shawn pushed open the door and my eyes landed on the same girl from that night.

The shirt girl.

"Carry yuh customer come," Shawn sits on her bed.

She was on the floor with books, seemingly studying. She immediately jumps up and hits Shawn.

"Get your ass off my bed in your outside clothes," Shawn rolls his eyes.

"Your head mhi a do?" she asks pointing at me, I was at the door.

"Yeah, remember him?" Shawn asks and she nods.

"Suh him nav mouth, did full a chat the other n-"

"Yuh mouth Talia, limit. Just deal wid eh yute," he left the room and she looks over at me.

She cute yuh fuck.

Wait-

She was in black sweatpants and a matching crop top. She walks over to her desk and spins the chair.

"Tek off yuh shoes and come," she said and started taking out her things.

"Why?" I ask.

"My room my rules, tek off the shoes and come sit down or find yourself a new hairstylist,"

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