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was so cute and he had so much style to him. But I didn’t want this nigga thinking that I was one of these dizzy-ass chickenhead bitches out here that was craving for his attention.
    Roscoe came up close and gently grabbed me by my hand, looked me dead in my eyes, and asked, “Can I have a quick moment wit’ you? I just wanna talk. I’m not gonna hold you from your girls too long.”
    I looked at him and knew he was confident with his. Hedidn’t seem too cocky, and he didn’t stutter while he was talking to me. He knew what to say and how to say it. And he wasn’t aggressive to the point where I wanted to smack him. The way he grabbed my hand—casually but not scared to touch a sista—said something about him.
    I looked over at my girls, and Camille and Jade just looked back at me. Camille shrugged her shoulders and said, “We ain’t goin’ anywhere, Shy.”
    So I walked off with Roscoe down the block, where we had a chance to talk privately, away from the loud crowd and the nosy bitches outside the club that were hating on me because I had Roscoe’s undivided attention.
    When we got to the corner, he said, “Your name Shy, huh?”
    â€œI see you pick up on things,” I said.
    â€œI pay attention to a lot of things, especially when I come across a beautiful woman. And you definitely are a beautiful woman. So, is Shy your real name or a nickname?” he asked.
    â€œIt’s my middle name, given to me by my mother.”
    â€œIt’s nice. I like that . . . Shy. I can get used to sayin’ it out loud.”
    I smiled.
    When he talked, he always made eye contact. Not once did his eyes leave mine, which was a positive thing. I hate a man that talks to you, but his eyes are looking everywhere except at you, which either means he’s too timid, too weak, or he’s devious and you can’t trust the muthafucka.
    And in return, I stared right back. He was definitely eye candy. He had full lips that were—ummmm. I just wanted to suck that bottom lip so bad! He also had brown eyes and smooth brown skin. Now the bonus was that he was tall. Thebrotha stood about six-one, rocking cornrows with design parts which looked freshly done. And the clothes! His gear looked spanking new.
    â€œYou got beautiful eyes, Shy.”
    â€œThank you,” I replied. I ain’t gonna front; Roscoe was making me blush. And if a brotha can make me blush, then he was doing his job and was definitely on point with his game.
    â€œI see you’re big on eye contact,” I said.
    â€œAlways. I feel that lookin’ in a person’s eyes tells you a lot about that person and his or her character. And wit’ women, I feel that the eyes tell what the heart is feelin’, and the way you’re lookin’ at me right now tells me a lot.”
    â€œReally?” I asked.
    â€œOf course.”
    â€œSo what are my eyes saying?”
    â€œTruthfully . . . that you’re feelin’ me somewhat, and I got my foot in the door wit’ you. I’m willin’ to work on the rest wit’ you.”
    â€œAre you always this cocky?”
    He didn’t respond to my question. He just looked at me and smiled. “I definitely wanna take you out sometime. Only you can make it happen. So, will I be leavin’ here wit’ a smile on my face, or are you gonna have a brotha continuously pursuin’?”
    â€œWe can work somethin’ out,” I told him.
    The more he talked, the more he had me open. That shit he said about the eyes, I like. He was smart, and that was another plus.
    So I gave him my cell phone and my home numbers, and I rarely give out my home number. But he deserved it. He came correct with his. I gave him his moment, and it paid off.
    I went back over to Camille and Jade, and you know they had a bunch of questions to ask a sista. The entire ride home to my place, I thought about Roscoe.
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