When I get to his building, I look for his last name on the directory.

“Who dis?” his deep voice rumbled out from the speaker couple seconds later.

“J.” I replied.

The glass door clicks and I walk inside. It was pretty hood, I won’t lie. I mean, I can’t talk because I live in the ghetto my damn self. But I’m in the deep part of the hood. Somewhere in the further parts of the 100 streets. He better be worth it. I walk into the open elevator and press 9. The doors close and I exhale.

Will he like me?

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