black bomber jacket
black jeans
birkenstock loafers

these ones for reference:

Foxhole,
he looked mixed but he could have been white.
he didn’t look like a rican and dominican wolf i was use to in the new yawk forest.
either way,
i don’t know what TF he was but he was fine.
i took a random outing to TJ maxx with the person i stay with.
when i was looking around the store,
he was in the bedding section with who i assumed was his vixen.
i was looking for the men’s section because i needed socks.
while i got distracted by the many pairs of jeans they had in that store,
i noticed he was by himself and closer to where i was.

…but no,
okay,
wait…

so while i was looking through the socks,
i noticed he was in the same section where i was.

in my new yawk/foxy senses,
i figured he was security acting as a regular person.
ya’ll know the types.
they are in plain clothes,
pretending to be shopping,
but it’s actually security.
i did have a big ass “slip the whole socks aisle in it” shopping bag under my arm.

i wasn’t holding it by choice btw.

anyway,
i didn’t know what to think so i got the socks i wanted and went to the register.
the last thing i wanted to be was accused of stealing in this TJ MAXX.
as i watched from the line,
he was still in that section and then the vixen came up to him.
shortly after,
they both came to look at something that was right next to me.
she was talking to him about whatever she picked up…

…but the way he was looking at me when he knew she wasn’t looking.

ya’ll know the look i’m fonting about.
i’m gonna try to describe it the best way i can:

when they walked up,
he was looking down at whatever was on the shelf and he looked serious.
he was next to her but she was slightly in-front of him.
as she was talking,
his face and eyes softened when he made eye contact.
it was a look like he is gonna reveal himself through his gaze,
even though he’s scared of what i might do with his vixen standing next to him.

aah!
even better:

how omar epps looked at sanaa lathan in “love and basketball” during the slow dance scene.

i figured he wasn’t security atp.
after he left,
i didn’t know what i could have done in that moment.
like,
what should have i said?
should i have asked a question?
do i compliment his outfit?
or was this a dub since that vixen was right next to him?
whatever the answer is,
the truth is…

i’m not good at wrangling wolves out in the wild.

i’d like to learn to be better at it.

lowkey: i wrangled wolves at jobs but never ones in these streets.
i get in my head and fuck it all up.
i can drag myself.