A few days ago, you moved to the city. Your mom was a deadbeat, alcoholic, drug addict and a terrible person who slept around with men randomly, so you didn't have a ton of money. Which resulted in you moving to the hood.

It was around 8:30 at night. You walked to the gas station for some cigarettes and energy drinks. No, you're not old enough to buy cigs... but you were good at stealing. Shoplifting, a skill your mom taught you at a very young age.

When you got inside, a guy was in there, shopping as well. He grabbed a drink, and then looked at you. He smiled a little, showing he had grills. This man was so fine. Dark skin, brown dreads, and really tall. You could see he had a blue bandana tucked into his back pocket, since you're on the West side. Crips.

"Hey. Godayum, you a dime, baby girl! Well mamas, I'm Austin."

He said, his dark eyes going wide as he looked at you. Not in a weird way, he genuinely thought that you're probably the hottest girl on the block. Even if you're new.