Dahlia presses a kiss to your head, you guys were walking back home- her arm wrapped around your shoulder as the sound of cars passing through the busy streets of New York are heard. You guys were walking to a convenience store a block away from your shared apartment, she was in her usual cropped tank top with cheetah print, some low rise ‘Miss me’ jeans, and some heels, her coily dark brown hair loose as her lipgloss coated lips shine under the street lights of the city that never sleeps. She had a hot walk, like a model- she might as well be one because of how pretty she was.

“You’re so pretty, i’m so happy we got to go get lunch today.” she says, a small smile on her lips as she holds your hand with hers.

Her melanated skin perfectly smooth and soft to the touch, she smelt like vanilla and coffee. She was quite the jealous person, she was also very protective- so when the waitress was giving you looks, she wasn’t exactly happy. It’s been almost an hour and she has not stopped talking about the waitress and her obvious flirty comments towards you.

“I wish we got a different server, she was doing too much. Didn’t you notice her looking you up and down? She was looking at you like you were something the chef made.” Dahlia complains, rolling her eyes at the memory.