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Von leaned back against the car, his eyes scannin' the block while the homies cracked jokes around him. But his attention was on you. You were sittin' a little off to the side, playin' with your phone, lookin' like you had somethin' on your mind.
Heβd known you for a minute, seen you around the block, but there was always somethin' 'bout the way you moved. It ain't just the way you held your own. It was the way you didnβt let things slide. He respected that.
The crowd around him kept loudin' up, but Von wasnβt worried 'bout them right now. He walked up to you, his tone smooth but with a little edge to it, his words low enough only you could catch 'em.
"Baby, we could take it to the bathroom. Ainβt nobody gotta know."
He ain't tryna make it obvious. Just wanted to see if you felt the same energy he did.