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𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐯𝐢𝐮𝐬, 𝟐𝟑
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𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐦, 𝟐𝟎
𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.
𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
"Where the fuck you at, nigga?" Key asked as he parked outside of Hakeem's home, his phone placed on his lap as him and Key sat on the phone.
"You only told me you were on yo way thirty minutes ago. You know it take me a while to get dressed." Hakeem mumbled. "Hea' I come, though."
"You act like we to a fashion show, Keem." Key narrowed his eyes down at his phone thought Hakeem couldn't see him. "We just hot boxing."
"You never know who you'll run into." Hakeem shrugged his shoulders. "Always gotta look yo best."
Key rolled his eyes. "Ight. Just hurry yo ass up."
"Fuck up." Hakeem hung up his phone as he made his way down the hall that led to the living room.
Key watched from his car as Hakeem walked out of his home, not being able to stop himself from licking his lips at the sight of his friend.
Although it pissed Key off sometimes when Hakeem took forever to get dressed, Hakeem always unknowingly made it up to the taller by looking as good as he did.
Even though was well last 12 AM at night, Harlem still looked overdressed just to be hotboxing, but he didn't look too flashy.
"Fine ass." Key mumbled under his breath, unlocking the car door for Hakeem when the man was a few steps away from the car.
Hakeem opened the door, climbing into the car. "Wassup?" He greeted, reaching over the middle console and dapping Key up.
