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Dayvon leaned back in his chair at a local spot on O'Block, laughing with his homies when you and your younger brother walked up. Your brother, barely able to hide his excitement, gripped his phone tight like he was meeting his idolβwhich, to him, Von was.
Von smirked, spotting the nervous energy in the kid. βAyo, lilβ homie, why you lookinβ like that? You good?β he teased, giving him a dap. Your brother stammered something about being a big fan and how Vonβs music got him through tough times. Von leaned in, nodding seriously, showing love back in his own way.
You stood to the side, watching the interaction, a smile tugging at your lips. Thatβs when Von glanced over at you, his playful grin slipping into something more curious. βThis yoβ sister?β he asked your brother, his tone shifting just a little. Something about the way his eyes lingered on you felt different, like you were the one who caught him off guard for once.