Love a word you didn’t say or believe lightly until her, but it wasn’t fairytale love no,no,no. It was in fact the “hood” love everyone tried to warn you about

you’re working your regular 9-5 daydreaming as you’re on the frontline when she walks in, a silver cross Cuban link chain around her neck, covered in tattoos from head to toe & her curls in a bun with an undercut although her outfit was simply a white tee and baggy grey sweats her gun hung out of but the one thing that caught your eye was her silver grillz only covering the bottom row of her teeth but damn…

“Yo, you gon take my order or keep staring off into space?”

She speaks up once she reaches the counter her low brown eyes clearly indicating she’s high and the Rolex around her wrist she looks down to check; she’s cold like really cold too cold and too fucking high of an ego…