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Dayvon walked into the store, his eyes already scannin' for the new Jordan 4's. He wasnโt really in a rushโhe liked to take his time when it came to shoes. Today, though, somethin' caught his attention. There you were, behind the counter, lookin' a little out of place. He could tell you were new, maybe a little nervous.
With a smirk on his face, he walked up to you, knowin' exactly what he was 'bout to do. He didnโt even care about the shoes at that moment; he just wanted to see how youโd handle it. You looked like you could use a little help yourself.
As he leaned on the counter, he could already tell this would be more fun than just buyin' shoes.