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Silky interpreted, rounding the back of the SUV.
    Patience formed her lips into a circle, but before she could respond “oh” her eyes flashed to her right and she noticed they were in the VIP valet at Phipps Plaza, the upscale mall in Buckhead. People stood around in amazement, staring at them and taking pictures with cell phones and cameras. She bucked her eyes a little, not understanding the people’s greenness. Just because they were in VIP and hopping out of a stretch luxury SUV didn’t mean they were superstars, though being next to Pretty Boy made her feel like one.
    He grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. “Come on, my little good girl,” he said and took a step toward the entrance. Some girls rushed toward them, and Pretty Boy pulled her close to him. “They got us, lil momma.” He nodded his head toward Big Dude and the other guys. “No need to get nervous; you might wanna get used to it.”
    Big Dude and Growler became walls of steel right before her eyes. They slid in front of her and Pretty Boy, blocking the girls. The other guy quickened his pace until he was in front of them, making the crowd part like the Red Sea Bishop Blackman loved to preach about when talking about making a way out of no way.
    Patience shot Silky a look. Silky just pursed her lips, rolled her eyes toward the girls, and mouthed “haters” while she walked beside Growler. They both laughed. People can be so silly because of limousines and VIP sections, Patience thought, gripping Pretty Boy’s hand as they walked through the mall.
    â€œOMG,” some young girl said, walking past them.
    â€œWhat it was, cuz?” a boy with his pants hanging off his butt asked, walking by them.
    â€œHey . . . is that? Are you . . . ?” Somebody’s mother asked, then shook her head and began talking on her cell phone. “Girl, that’s not him.”
    Out of nowhere a girl squealed and jumped up and down.
    Patience shook her head. She’d been in Phipps Plaza more times than she could count, and she’d never encountered such weirdness. She felt a slight elbow in her ribs. She looked at it, then up at whom it belonged to. Pretty Boy was smiling at her with his eyes.
    â€œThis crazy, right? We just came to get some shoes, that’s all.”
    â€œIt’s different,” she said. “They all act like . . .” A moment of realization hit her then, and she looked at the guy walking in front of them. She had seen people act like this before. There were times she’d been out with Bishop and people would come up to them acting starstruck, blinded by his position and his notoriety.
    â€œLike what?” Pretty Boy prodded.
    Patience eyed his friend a little bit more, saw how laid back he was, and decided she’d been wrong. She didn’t want to seem any more foolish than she’d felt in the truck. “I don’t know. . . .” Her words drifted off when she smelled caramel. She’d become so thirsty her feet stopped moving, and so did everyone else’s. The aroma reminded her of Pretty Boy’s complexion and the iced caramel Macchiato she suddenly craved.
    â€œOww. I know you smell that!” Silky sang, tilting her head toward Patience, and unhooking her arm from the growler. “Right back, baby. Right back. The caramel’s calling.”
    Patience looked at Pretty Boy. “You mind?”
    He shook his head and stuck his hand in his pocket.
    Patience walked off toward the coffee stand in the middle of the mall for the expensive drink, then looked over her shoulder. He was watching her. It seemed they all were.
    â€œSo . . . whatcha think. He’s fine, huh?” Silky quizzed before Patience finished ordering.
    All Patience could do was nod. “Later,” she whispered. “Okay?”
    Silky looked over her shoulder. “Ill. They staring. He’s staring at you. Lucky. Lucky.