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been a cool day, he was just happy to finally be kicking back.
    Once he heard whomever his uncle brought home scream his name, Papa looked for the remote to turn the television up. He and his uncle had sex all the time in the house, but Papa wasn’t in the mood to be hearing that shit, especially if he wasn’t getting any.
    He stared at the text from his brother Malachi, relaying the message from his baby mama that young Demi wanted him to have her number.
    He checked the clock and it wasn’t too late to hit her up. Papa knew he had to approach shorty the right way. She was different, but that’s what he liked about her.
    Papa clicked the number and the option to call or send a text message popped up. He contemplated for a minute, but he wanted to hear her voice, not text. Papa held the phone to his ear as he pulled a blunt from his opposite ear and lit it.
    She answered, “Hello.”
    Papa smiled. Damn, what the fuck I’m smiling for? He thought to himself. “Young Demi,” he said, after he exhaled the smoke in his lungs.
    “Papa.” She said his name so proper.
    Papa couldn’t help but laugh. “Why you gotta say my name like that, ma?” he asked.
    She laughed too. “Because that’s your name. How am I saying it?” She appeared oblivious.
    “Are you busy?” Papa asked her, before getting into a conversation.
    “No, I just made it home actually,” Demi told him, as she moved around her room undressing and preparing for bed.
    “Oh word, you had a lil date or something?” he asked, hoping she told him no.
    “Goodness no. My mom had an event and I went with her,” she said quickly. Papa was definitely satisfied with her answer.
    “Fa sho’, fa sho’. What you doing tomorrow?” he asked her.
    “It’s Sunday, not much.”
    “We need to eat and do some shit,” he said, ready to see her again.
    “What does “do some shit” consist of?”
    “Movies or whatever you like to do.”
    Demi thought about going on a date with someone like Papa. She thought he was cute in a bad boy, gangster way, but her mother wouldn’t approve.
    “I’ll meet you somewhere,” she told him, not wanting him to come get her.
    What Demi didn’t know was that Papa never took girls on dates so he didn’t know that normally when you ask a woman on a date you pick her up.  So, when she said she’d meet him somewhere that’s what he was used to anyway.
    “Bet, bet,” he said. “Look cute for me too,” he added.
    Demi blushed.  Now why did he have to go add pressure on me, I will already be nervous , she thought to herself. “I’ll try my hardest,” she said.
    “You don’t even have to try, you do that shit effortlessly,” he praised Demi.
    She smiled although he couldn’t see her. “Thank you,” she whispered.
    “Demi, come have tea with me,” her mother yelled outside of her door.
    Demi rolled her eyes. She was looking forward to sitting on the phone all night and getting to know Papa better, but she knew she wouldn’t tell her mother no.
    “You got something you need to handle?” he asked.
    “Yes, I’m sorry. How long will you be up?” she asked him.
    “No need for an apology, you gon’ be mines all day tomorrow. Just text me when you free,” he told her.
    Demi promised to text him once she got back to her bedroom.  “Goodnight,” she told him. 
    Papa was used to just hanging the phone up once he said what he needed to say. He stumbled over his words and said, “Goo-goodnight.”
    “Demi!” her mother shouted her name again.
    “I gotta go,” she told him and hung the phone up.
    Papa tossed his phone to the side and tuned into the game. He would have his cousin braid his hair first thing in the morning. He might even slide through the mall and pick up something fresh to wear.
    ***
    The next morning, Demi ran her miles, but skipped out on dance practice. She showered and lay back down, setting her alarm for noon. Papa had texted her before he went to sleep telling her to text him tomorrow