𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗼 𝗡𝗶𝗻𝗮

TWENTY-SEVEN

Baton Rouge

Nina Simmons, 21
December

"Sincere!" Nina straight faced him as he died laughing while they got a pedicure. "My fault" He covered his mouth trying to stop laughing.

"Niggas not used to nothing." She shook her head. "Ian neva did dis before, I guess i'm a lil ticklish bae."

"Clearly"

"Aye potna! Why is you rubbin' all on my lady legs like det?" He asked "Bae he just doing his job. Sorry, don't mind him sir."

"Iono I'm skeptical." Sincere squinted his eyes.

"Sincere you're so embarrassing like just chill. Nobody tryna do nun to me he just doing his job, okay?"

"Mmhm" He nodded "What we finna do after dis?"

"You said you was taking me on a date, how you gone ask me? You so unromantic..."

"Baby i'm tryin' you know i'm new to dis shit. We can go home if youn wanna go nowhere else."

"Whatever Sincere" She responded putting her attention back on her phone. "Don't do me like det mane."

"Ian doing you like nothing."

Nina was used to guys doing almost whatever to keep her. She felt like Sincere didn't try hard enough because they were already in too deep.

"Ite... we not finna go home we gone find some else to do. Don't get no attitude wimme Nina."

"I don't have an attitude Sincere."

"You do. Aye, bring me another one a these!" He spoke holding his class up. Nina rolled her eyes at him then shook her head. "What?"

"You're so obnoxious Sincere." She chuckled "Need some fucking home training." Nina added

"I'm chillin" He shrugged "You acting like a bad ass kid Sincere."

"I think it's da mimosa. They musta put a lil bit a orange juice in my shit."

"You done had 'bout six since we been here. Ion think you need to drink anymore."

"Shit, me either." He responded as the lady gave him a new glass. "But imma drink dis last one n i'm done."

"Mmk boy"

After their pedicure they let their feet dry then Sincere took Nina out to eat to a Mexican restaurant.

"How you find this place? It smell so good in here." Nina spoke "Tiktok be puttin' me on."

"Oh, okay" She nodded "So wassup witchu?"

"What you mean wassup wimme? We together everyday."

"Like I mean mentally, how you feelin?"
"About what?"

"Bro you finna piss me off onnat slow shit. I'm tammat in general. A nigga tryna have a real conversation n you playin' dumb."

"Okay, sorry." She laughed "Mentally i'm at like a weird place. I'm finna be a mom so I got a lot running through my mind all the time. Sometimes I just be in my head about our relationship and if I really did the right thing by keeping the baby."

"Why you feel like det?" Sincere asked "You were right, we shoulda waited."

"If we won't meant to have a baby right na you wouldn't be pregnant. So no, we shouldn't have waited. We gone get our shit together fa each other. I know you got yo doubts n shit but everything gone fall into place soon baby."

"I really hope so because I love you."

"Sometimes ion feel like you don't fuck wimme. You be mean as shit fa no reason. So if ian what you want just say det."