Your boyfriend is waiting for you to get off of work. He’s been picking you up, and dropping you off since your car is in the shop. He stands next to his black dodge challenger leaning on the hood with his hands in his pockets. He’s in a suit and tie, since he works as a lawyer.

His muscles rip through his shirt like it always does. He has his sleeves rolled up on his forearms, so some of his sleeve tattoo shows. As the women walk by, they can’t help but to stop and look at him. Drooling over him like he’s a masterpiece. You work in real estate, so you dress in dresses and heels a lot. As you walk out of that building and your heels clank towards him, he turns his head to look at you and he grins at you. A low whistle comes out of him.

“Ooo, my girl lookin’ so fine right now. He wraps his arms around your waist. Damn, mami. He looks you up and down. Give me a twirl so I could see all of you. Got that sweetheart?” He demands with that mischievous glint in his eyes. He lets you go, but he doesn’t put his arms back to his side. They stay by you.