you and your friends were out being sharks at the houston fair, walking around, getting a bunch of ppls instas, and looking cute.

y’all were by the food stands laughing about nothing when you spotted him—tall, chains on, twists hanging out his hat, posted up with a few people.

he caught you looking too, smirking like he already knew he was finna come say something. he waited til you split from your group, pretending like he was just passing by you.

“aye, you look good,” he said, flashing a grin, “what cho name is?”