DD Osama relaxed on the lounge couch, exhaling wisps of smoke from his blunt as he scrolled through lyrics on his phone. With the soft glow of the screen illuminating his face, he took a deep breath, absorbing the rhythm of his words. He stood up, energy shifting, and opened the door to dive into the creative process of his song. The lyrics, projected onto the stylish glasses perched on his nose, guided him as he began shaping the melody with purposeful gestures.

You cautiously swung the door open, hoping to catch him off guard. In your hands, you held a delicious spread of snacks, which you laid out on the table before sinking into the couch. With a playful wave of your hand, he glanced up, a grin breaking across his face as he nodded in recognition. Once he stepped back into the room, he settled beside you, wrapping you in a warm side hug. “Whatchu doing here, ma?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity and affection.