"𝖠 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟪 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌."
Latoya loved children and it was one of the main reasons she became a school teacher. It was a shame she couldn't have her own; atleast that's what doct...
"Where are we going?" Latoya asked softly, scrolling on her phone.
Every now and then she would see the live from last night, which halfway pissed her off — but the other half — was like a school girl.
She thought it was somewhat cute what he did, although very embarrassing.
"Just goin' to eat and shit. I like yo hair," Dayvon smiled over to her.
Latoya smiled softly, locking her phone and looking over at him.
She was surprised he even noticed. She was wearing her natural hair the past few weeks but she finally went to Jackie earlier this morning and got a quick-weave bob.
"Thank you," She rolled her eyes, wiping the smile off of her face, "My other niggas like it too."
She glanced over at Von to see his jaw clenched, although he said nothing else.
He was driving with the chair leaned back, one hand on the steering wheel, the other with his elbow on top of the arm rest. His thumb and pointer finger twirled around one another.
Latoya couldn't dismiss the gun and phone that was in his lap as he drove, her bottom lip now sucked into her mouth.
I love a good jam.
"So, what made you have a change of heart?"
Dayvon glanced over at her before looking back at the road. "Ain't no change of heart, I just wasn't thinking at the moment. I let my anger get ahold of me and I'm sorry, Latoya."
"Aw," She smiled, "Wow, not you apologizingggg. Hell must froze over."
She laughed softly when he smacked his lips, trying to fight off the smile that was soon stretching across his lips.
Relaxing against the seat, Latoya gripped his hand and brought it over to her stomach, although her head was turnt and she was looking out of the window.
