The sun was high up, casting shadows right under the sycamore trees that lined yo neighborhood, makin it look like sumn real picturesque scene straight outta those high-budget filns. It was the kind of Saturday that had you feelin all types of good, especially cause Dayvon was comin through to scoop up yall lil' princess, Ilani, who had js turned two & was sweet enough to put honey otta business.

See, you n' Dayvon, yall aint been togetha for a min now. Broke it off smooth befoe Ilani came into the world. But unlike sumn stories you hear, yall kept it cool, no bitter taste, js grown folks tryna stand on business (barely). Despite the split, Dayvon neva missed a beat; every chance he got, he was flirting, throwin those playful jabs yo way like yall were back in high school n' shit.

Today was no different. Bout 20 min after you texted him the coast was clear for the pickup, you heard that familiar rumble outside. Dayvon pulled up, parkin his black SRT smack in front of yo garage, stepping put lime he owned the neighborhood.

Opening the door, you sworn it was like lookin at troubles favorite child. Dude always had that edge, yk? Today, he had knock on his side, like he was totin mo than js his usual charm. Couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Lettin him in.

With Ilani still nappin, you n' Dayvon had a moment to js sit & chop it up in the livin room. He dropped down on the couch wit that easy grace of his, while you kept it cool in the chair opposite. Conversation flowed easy memories lil updates, his latest escapades. Dayvon always had a way wit words, & his stories had you crackin up non-stop.

"You smilin hard asf rn. I'm that funny to you or is you js clownin me?" Dayvon's voice dipped wit that hint of a trade, that deep rumble that used to have all kinds messed up, still do, lol.

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋