Fate

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A knock at the door interrupted Amir's movement in the kitchen. He wiped his hands on his apron before taking it off and hanging it up on the wall. He had just finished cooking and setting the table for his brunch date with Trina. He was ecstatic that she had agreed to it so he planned to make it worth her wild. Instead of going out, he cooked them a delicious spread and had a nice setup on his patio out back.

Trina having ill thoughts about him didn't sit well with him. He would've rather she simply just didn't like him but she didn't like him because of what she thought she knew which was probably wrong. This link up was to show her a side of him people on the outside rarely got to see. He hoped it ended with her wanting to fuck with him but he'd settle for a friendship, for now.

Amir opened the door, smiling down on Trina, his six foot figure tower over her. She looked good as always; wearing a cropped tank top, ripped boyfriend jean and a pair of Prada slides. He could tell her face was free of make up but she did have lashes on and gloss on her lips. On her waist a few pandora bracelets along with a tennis bracelet and she held a pink Telfar bag.

"Hey T, come in." he moved to the side, allowing her to come in.

"Hey," she waved walking in slowly looking around his home. For it to be only him in his home he had a nice four bedroom three bath home with a finish basement. And thanks to Mama K it was decorated to perfection. "Why you have a house and it just you?" she asked walking around the downstairs area.

He shrugged. "I'll like my space. I had an apartment in college, I hated it. Felt weird living in a building with unknown mfers."

Trina chuckled. "Just say you like to be in control of you surrounding."

She already knew how he, Safir and Rome were because she witnessed it first hand at the shop from how Safir and Rome had the shop setup; nobody could enter without being buzzed in or out. They had cameras  on both the inside and out of the shop and every artist carried even Trina.

In their defense, they were raised to always keep their head on a swivel, be aware of ya surroundings. They were children of street legends; it earned them respect to some while being a target to the right person looking for a come up.

"You right but you never know who's plotting and shit. A mfer run in my shit were I'm going ? Out the third floor window?" He asked half serious.

"First of all, you shooting whoever run in ya shit sooo I say you'll be walking right out the front door." She shrugged with a smirk on her face.

Amir wasn't the type to run from danger, he ran towards it. Some would call it being fearless while others call it stupidity. He stood his ground and never had an issue giving a nigga the business. It didn't matter how big, small, old or young; if you stepped with disrespect or malicious intent you were handled.

Amir chuckle, "See you know me so well. When you stop fighting it you'll see that we're meant to be," he smirked.

She laughed, shoving his shoulder. "Nigga bye. You were doing so good."

"You know I gotta say something slick," he licked his lips smirking at her. "But check it, i made us a little brunch. We gonna eat on the patio."

Trina raised a eyebrow, a bit shocked. When he told her he would cook for her she thought he was playing but he actually did. "You know most men just make a reservation, right?"