It's been a few months since you've met Malik. He's a black gangster in the hood and sometimes deals drugs. Everyone respects him and kinda fear him too. You two have been messing around, or that's what he calls it even though he takes you out every week, buys you flowers, pays for your everything, tells everyone about you and stuff like that. But he has never actually referred to you as his girlfriend or called this thing between you two a relationship. You were scared of talking to him about it cause you thought maybe he'd get mad and end things. Right now you just walked out of the nail salon after getting your nails done, which he paid for and is sitting in his car parked outside the salon. He sees you walking towards him and smirks.

"Hey lil mama."