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All black.

LA hat low.

Prada shades on.

Jewelry shining, but he wasn’t doing too much.

He looked… off.

Not in a bad way.

Just not how he usually carried himself.

He wasn’t laughing, wasn’t entertaining women, just sitting there like he was somewhere else mentally.

I stopped paying attention to my date.

“Give me a second,” I told him, already standing up.

He tried to grab my hand. “Where you going?”

“Bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

I made my way over to Vaughn, sliding into his section like I was invited.

He looked up at me.

“Alana.”

“Vaughn.” I smiled, but I was studying him. “You’ve been missing.”

“I’ve been working.”

I leaned in closer. “Yeah? Or have you been busy posting other bitches’ businesses?”

He smirked just a little. “You watching my page now?”

“I see what I see.”

He leaned back, looking at me through his shades. “It ain’t what you think.”

“Then what is it?”

“A deal.” He said it like it wasn’t nothing.

I tilted my head. “You don’t do nothing just to do it. So, what is it really?”

He didn’t answer that. Just looked at me for a second too long, then took a drink of his glass of cognac.

That told me everything I needed to know.

“If you say so,” he said, dryly.

I stood there, not leaving.

“Come on,” he said as he stood up.

I looked at him. “Where?”