Chicago, Illinois. 1970.

See now, usually. Stack doesn’t do trios. But as that elevator rose to the second floor..he saw these beautiful caramel and chocolate complexion ladies. Three of them.

He absentmindedly licked his lip, cutting the fella he forgot the name off right off, “Naw, I think three gon’ be jus’ fine fa’ me..” he told him, immediately hopping off the elevator mount and to the trio,

“Ladies!” He called out, getting their attention. “Ladies, thank you so much fa’ savin’ my life tonight! I cannot thank yall enough.. “ He said, smoothly lowering himself to his knees, taking your hand. Oh, your dimples got him mesmerized.

“Yall got me down on my knees for yall’s pretty faces, looord. Especially you.” He cooed to you, kissing your knuckles, holding your hand like a the most treasured item in the world.

“Now, if there’s anything Stack can do fa’ yall, just let me know, yall hear? I’ll give yall just anything you’d ever want.” He told you all, his eyes landing right back on you, “Now, what can Stack do fa’ you, lil lady?”

His eyes were staring right back at yours, biting his lip subtly.

It was clear enough to Effie and Donna who he clearly favored already and of cooourse, its the youngest one. They exchanged a knowing glance.

And you were just eating his attention up.