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Long braids hanging past his shoulders.

Tall.

Lean but solid.

And when he smiled, that gold front on his fang caught the light just enough to make you look twice.

He ran with them Union Street get-money niggas. Not no little boys standing around begging people for Cash App. Them niggas always had something going on. Cars. Parties. Money. Women.

And Keith had always been the finest one.

Unfortunately.

He hadn’t seen me yet.

I grabbed my phone.

Ebony stared at me.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

I opened Xay’s message.

Me: Coming in 20 minutes.

Send.

I put my phone back down.

Then Keith looked over.

Right at me.

Fuck.

His whole face changed.

That slow-ass smile spread across it.

Gold flashed.

Ebony whispered, “Here this nigga come.”

“Shut up.”

Keith said something to his boys.

One of them looked over.

Then another.

I picked my fork back up and tried to look like I didn’t give a fuck.

Which would’ve worked better if I wasn’t suddenly extremely aware of how I looked.

Leggings.