u grab the door handle, but the door doesn’t open. he chuckled before unlocking the door

“dickhead.” you mutter as you sit in the passenger, rubbing your hands together as u turn to look at hakeem who had his rolling tray on his lap, licking the rolling paper

you notice his gun in the cup holder as well as his phone before you got cut short

“damn, ian een get a kiss for being the best boyfriend ever?” he fake pouts before letting out a deep chuckle, looking up at you for a brief moment