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Breeze and C talked almost every day and he promised that he’d come back to Chicago as soon as he could. She really wanted to see him, but she wouldn’t hold her breath. She’d almost forgotten about Primo until he made his presence known on the first day of school.
He pulled up in a white Audi R8 with the music blasting.
“Damn, that nigga stay stuntin’,” Breeze said as she watched him park the sports car and climb out.
“I thought you was over him,” Dior said as Breeze watched Primo’s every move.
“I never said that. I just ain’t seen him much lately. Come on.”
Dior followed her friend down the stairs and they headed towards the corner store. Breeze switched her hips as she walked into the store, glad that Nya was still in school, and looked around for Primo. She spotted him coming out of the back office and pretended to be trying to decide on what kind of potato chips she wanted to buy.
“Damn Breezy, you done grew up,” Primo said as he eased past her, the front of his True Religion jeans brushing against her butt.
“I been grown,” she said as she looked him up and down.
“Yeah, aiight. I might have to test that theory,” he said before he left the store.
Breeze couldn’t believe that he knew her name, let alone had said anything to her. Primo was on her mind all night. She wondered if he was interested in her or if he had just been flirting for the hell of it.