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"You gone cheer me on ma'" he said with a smirk watching her turn her face up jokingly.
"You lucky I'm even showing up to the game city boy"
All the way from the streets of Chicago young, talented, athletic MMC touched down to Dallas, TX to roam the fields of football's finest 'Cowboys'. Upon landing his dream job he meets her: FMC. She's your sweet, friendly next door neighbor who's lucked up as a bartender at Dallas's hottest Strip club. He was there for a dance, but never left the bar. She tries to resist his boyish charms, aware of the lifestyle a footballer lives but she fears he might make a touchdown for her love.
"You're not gonna play me like I'm some kind of fan" she said closing in the space between them. He took the bait and bought himself closer making them nose to nose. A faintly gasp escaping her lips.
"you my number one fan if anything, nobody got me like you, this special treatment".
