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with a time and meet-up location.
    Demi called him once she woke up from her nap and his background was so loud.
    “Hello,” she said into the phone.
    “HOLD ON,” he yelled.
    Demi moved her cell phone from her ear, that’s how loud it was.  Seconds later his background got silent.
    “Yo, wassup?” Papa said.
    “Hi, are we still linking up today?” she asked.
    Papa told her, “Hell yeah, come get me.”
    Demi didn’t think she heard him right. “Come get you?” she asked.
    “Yeah, I’m on my bike. I’ll send you the address then we can go from there,” he told her and hung the phone up.
    Demi stared at her cell phone. This dude just straight hung up in my face, she thought to herself. She dressed as casual as possible, not knowing what to expect hanging with him. She wore a romper and sandals with minimal jewelry.
    When she walked into the kitchen to get to the garage, her father asked, “Going somewhere, Demi?”
    “Yeah, I’ll be back later,” she told him.
    “You’re not going to tell me where you’re going?” her father asked.
    Demi looked at him. She wasn’t a child anymore and had just graduated high school, so she could go as she pleased.
    Demi flashed him an innocent smile. “See you later, Daddy,” she said and kissed his cheek, before snatching her keys out of the glass bowl her mom kept on one of the kitchen counters and leaving the house.
    Her father stared at the door in disbelief. His little Demi was really growing up.
    Demi pulled off in a hurry in case her mother came home early from brunch with her friends. She stopped at the gas station to fill her tank up and checked her phone. Papa had yet to send her the address.  It had been an hour since she talked to him so she called him to see what the holdup was and he sent her call to voicemail.
    Demi rolled her eyes and decided to just go home. She wasn’t in the mood to play games. Once she started her car back up, her phone chimed with a message from Papa with an address.
    “Where in the hell is this?” she said loudly. Demi took a deep breath. Papa better be worth the drive.
    She texted him back that she was in route and pulled from the gas station. It took her so long to find him and Papa was apparently too busy to guide her through the neighborhood. He ended up tossing his cell phone to his lil cousin to help Demi because he was in the middle of an intense dice game.
    When she pulled up, his cousin said that Papa would be out in a second.  Demi told her, “Tell him he has one minute or I’m leaving.” She was bluffing, but still, he needed to hurry.
    Papa dusted his Balmain jeans off and dapped up a few of the homies. He pulled his snap back around so the bill of the hat could be over his low, red eyes. Papa eyed Demi’s BMW and took in the exterior of the car. It was clean as a whistle.
    “Yo, who that?” someone asked Papa, as he made his way to Demi’s whip.
    “Mind ya business, my nigga,” Papa told the dude and hopped in Demi’s car. She started the car immediately and pulled off.
    “Damn, slow down, you don’t even know where we going, it’s a dead end this way. Turn around,” he told her.
    Demi huffed and puffed. “I’m frustrated,” she admitted.
    Papa looked at her. Drama Queen , he thought to himself. “I’ll drive ‘cause I don’t wanna hear you bitching,” he said.
    Demi looked at him after reversing the car in the middle of the street. “Bitching? Excuse you,” she said.
    He could never grow tired of her soft, high-pitched voice and that she looked even better than he remembered was a plus.
    “You looking good too,” Papa complimented.
    Demi rested her face and smiled at him, telling him thank you in a tone that told Papa she wasn’t used to hearing a nigga tell her she looked good.
    “Let me drive,” he told her.
    Demi pulled over back in front of the house she picked him up from and placed her car in park.
    “Please don’t wreck my vehicle, my parents would kill me if they knew I