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The Get Back |8

I nodded, "Oh word that's funny, I never seen you round before"

"I'm always around, this my hood but I be seeing you though dippin in and out", she grinned slyly.

I jerked my head back as I realized what she just said. I never really be over here on Lenox ave cause we got static with niggas on this side. So, like anyone, antennas go up.

I stared at her for a second then diverting my attention to Quan and I table. I watched him as he stole three pieces of broccoli off my plate. Ima fuck him up when I'm done with shorty.

"You sure that was me?", I asked in a deep voice while getting closer to her causing her to sexily bite her lip and tilt her head in my direction.

"Yeah, I know that was you" she giggled. "I recognized that peanut head from anywhere"

"Ohh" I laughed, takin a step back and shaking my head. "You got jokes... but if you seen me why you never said nothing ma?"

"I don't approach men, they usually come to me", she replied, eying me up and down and twisting her lips to the side.

I flared my nostrils as a small smile crept upon my face. This chick knows she bad, I like that shit.

"Okay, Okay confident I see"

She just smiled and shrugged her shoulders as if she knows she got it like that. This girl Is eye candy and I need her on my side. Just by her style, I can tell she about her money and how I might spend, she will fit right in.

I cut my eyes back to Quan who was eating his French fries and staring in our direction. He put his arms up in a "wassup nigga" manner. I put my hand up, signaling him to hold on as I turned my attention back to Monae.

"Here's your order ma'am" the older lady smiled. "Its 12.87"

I reached down in my pocket and slid a crisp twenty-dollar bill on the counter as I watched Monae eye me.

"Keep the change", I smiled as I grabbed Monae bag off the counter.

"You aint have to do that.... I appreciate that though" she thanked me as she slowly grabbed the bag out my hand.

I nodded, "No problem love....so wassup with you what you bout to do?"

"Mmm, go home and eat my food and chill...why?", she raised a brow.

"Damn", I placed my hand up in surrender. "Just making convo girl don't shoot"

She batted her long lashes before flashing a smile. "Hold on" she says as she tore a piece of paper off the corner of menu paper and grabbing a blue pen that laid on the counter. She handed me the paper, placing her soft warm hand in mines.

"Call me sometime Eric", she grinned as she slowly switched her hips away and exiting out the door into the cold, winter afternoon.

"Damn", I mumbled as I stuffed the paper into my coat pocket and heading back to the table.

"So, what happen nigga?", Quan asked I took my seat.

"For one I seen you stick ya dirty ass fingers in my plate" I spat as I snatched two ribs off his plate. "Secondly, what you think nigga I got them digits"

" Damn Cas, you think you that nigga, don't you?" Quan smirked while leaning back in his seat.

I shrugged, "You know how I do baby...bitches love the kid", I gave a sly grin as I leaned back in my seat as well.

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Later that evening...

Tony Crib