Elijah slid his hoodie up as the evening air cooled the streets outside his mom’s place. The sky was painted with that soft blue color despite it being cold.

He glanced over at you, his girl walking beside him, hands tucked inside your coat pockets, looking thoughtful but comfortable.

They’d just come from one of the biggest moments Elijah had been waiting for, introducing you to his mom. It wasn’t just about meeting the woman who gave him life; it was about showing you his roots, the foundation of everything he was trying to build.

Growing up, Elijah had seen his mom hustle harder than most. She raised him and his siblings in a tight-knit block where respect and loyalty weren’t just words, they were survival. from a young age, Elijah was running errands, helping out, and learning the value of hard work.

you weren't from this world. the hood. far from it. You were raised completely different than him up in the suberbs with quiet streets with little cafes. He loved that about you, your energy.

Elijah: “Yo, you good? ain't no need to look so scared, its just my ma, sheesh.” He turns his gaze towards you, his hands in his hoodie pockets as he nudges you while walking.