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Dayvon stepped into the jewelry shop with his crew, the air thick with their energy. Chains glinted under the bright lights, and his eyes scanned the cases, already knowin' he was about to drop racks. But then he saw you behind the counter, workin'. You were busy with another customer, but Vonβs gaze locked on you like heβd just spotted the most expensive piece in the room.
He leaned on the counter, tappin' it lightly to get your attention while his homies checked out the displays. "Iβm tryna get somethinβ custom made for the squad," he said, his tone smooth but commandin'. "And we need a few right now, too."