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go. Check, please,” Anthony said, waving toward the waiter to get his attention. He paid for both of our meals and we left the restaurant. We walked along South Street with my soul feeling good. That’s just what I needed: some good sex to help me get through my life. As we walked into the RBK store my cell phone rang. It was Bryant.
    â€œHello,” I said.
    â€œWassup, Shawty?” he asked in his ever-so-sexy voice. My heart melted hotter than vanilla ice cream in an oven. I then became dreamy-eyed and all I could do was block out everyone around me and focus on him.
    â€œHey, Bryant. How are you?” I asked, walking over to the curb to let the other people pass while Anthony proceeded to walk into the store.
    â€œI’m aiight, what you up to?” he asked.
    â€œI chillin’ out with my boy. We’re at South Street.”
    â€œOh, you at South Street, huh? You gonna pick me up sumthin’?” he asked as I held the phone tightly to my ear.
    â€œSure, what do you want?”
    â€œJust grip me a pair of sneeks. Some Jordans, na’mean?” I was flattered that he had asked me to buy him sumthin’. I was really feeling the love that came from him.
    â€œOkay, Bryant. What size do you wear?” I asked, smiling.
    â€œYou can grip me a ten and a half.” I could tell he was smoking something. I could hear him blow through the phone.
    â€œI got you. Will I be seeing you this evening?” I asked excitedly.
    â€œYeah, I’ma come through like around twelve, aiight, shawty?”
    â€œOkay.”
    â€œAiight, I’ll holla.”
    â€œOkay.”
    â€œOne.” Then the line went dead. I closed my cell phone and walked into the store where Anthony was. The sounds of Lil’ Kim’s “No Time” filled the store as there were employees rushing around trying to get their customers situated and wall-to-wall cuties. The store was mixed with all types of races from blacks, whites, Chinese thugs holding tight to their Chinese girlfriends, and then there was Anthony and me.
    I walked straight to the back where Anthony stood checking out a shoe. He stood there with his hands on his hips.
    â€œThese niggas can’t take me,” he said, trying to get someone’s attention who could help him.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” I asked him as I noticed his face starting to get a little red.
    â€œExcuse me. Can I get some help,” he hissed at the young Asian man who seemed to be out of breath. He came over to us.
    â€œCan you get me this in a seven?” Anthony gave him the shoe.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” I asked again taking a seat on the bench.
    â€œSome dude called me a faggot,” he said, now annoyed.
    â€œWho?”
    â€œThat nigga over there.” He nodded his head in the direction of four teenage males. None looked older than eighteen. When I turned my head to view them, they all were leaving the store.
    â€œDon’t worry about them,” I said. “They’re probably some young broke-ass ghetto kids,” I continued. The Asian guy returned with Anthony’s shoe.
    â€œDo you need to try this on?” he said, taking the shoe out of the box.
    â€œNo, I already know it fits. Thanks.” Anthony grabbed the box from the guy and walked to the cashier.
    â€œAre you okay?” I asked, following him in tow.
    â€œThis shit pisses me the fuck off.” He pulled out his money to pay for the shoes when the thought popped in my mind that I needed to pick up Bryant a pair of Jordans.
    â€œWe have to go down to Foot Locker ’cause Bryant wants me to get him a pair of Jordans,” I said proudly.
    â€œDamn, didn’t you meet him yesterday?” he said, putting his change from his shoes into his man bag.
    â€œYeah, so what.”
    â€œWhy is he asking you for shit? He doesn’t even know you.”
    â€œWe know each other pretty well, I might say,” I