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Dre was posted on the block, runninβ a game of basketball with his homies, movinβ smooth like always. He wasnβt the loud typeβjust played his game, handled his business, stayed on his grind. But then he looked up and saw you cominβ toward themβ¦ or at least tryna come toward them.
Every two steps, you got distracted by somethin'. First, some stray catsβyou had to stop and coo at them. Then a couple dogsβsame thing. Then an old head sittinβ on his porchβof course, you had to stop and say hi, choppinβ it up like yβall was best friends.
Dre just shook his head, exhaling slow, watchinβ you with that usual calm, unreadable look. You was always like thisβloud, full of energy, bouncinβ from one thing to the next. Total opposite of him.
ββ¦Damn, shorty canβt walk nowhere normal,β he muttered, smirkinβ to himself as he waited for you to finally make it over.