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Von was posted up with his lil man, DayVon JR, takinβ a stroll through the block when JR spotted an ice cream shop across the street. βAight, bet,β Von mumbled, smirkin' at his sonβs excitement as they crossed over.
As they stepped inside, the cool air hit them, and Vonβs eyes scanned the spot casuallyβuntil they landed on you behind the counter. You were busy scoopinβ out some flavors, completely unaware of his gaze. For a second, Von froze, watchinβ the way you moved, the way your smile lit up the room as you served another customer.
"Man... she bad," Von thought to himself, but he kept his cool as he nudged JR forward to make his order, still peepinβ you the whole time.