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love with the car as she settled into the soft leather seat. Eli closed the door, walked around to the driver’s side, and got in.
    â€œA lot better than my lawn-care truck, eh?” Eli looked over at Kylee and asked with a smile before starting up the car.
    â€œYeah, a lot,” she answered, sitting back and buckling her seat belt.
    Eli pushed a couple of buttons on the dashboard and Drake’s “Cameras” began playing.
    â€œI love this song,” Kylee said.
    â€œI do too,” Eli said, bobbing his head to the beat. “Where you wanna eat at?” Eli asked Kylee.
    Kylee shrugged her shoulders. “It really don’t matter to me. I’m down for whatever.”
    â€œI mean what do you have a taste for? Chinese, Italian, Japanese? Give me some idea what you like.”
    â€œFor real I really don’t care. I’m just hungry.”
    â€œHave you ever had Jamaican before?” Eli asked with a smirk.
    Kylee smirked too. “Nope, but I sure would love to try some.”
    â€œA’iiiight, be careful what you ask for.” Eli smiled.
    â€œI’m a big girl. I can handle it,” she said, before biting down on her bottom lip.
    â€œThat’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Eli said, getting turned on before putting the pedal to the metal.
    Kylee got comfortable, bobbing her head to the music while she and Eli got better acquainted.
    Twenty minutes later, Eli pulled up in Relly’s crowded parking lot, turned off the engine, and looked over at Kylee.
    â€œYou ever ate here before?”
    â€œNo,” Kylee said, shaking her head. “I always wanted to try it, but every time I tried comin’ here the wait was too damn long.”
    â€œThat’s ’cause their food is the bomb,” Eli said, opening the door, getting out, and walking around to the passenger’s side. He opened Kylee’s door, held out his hand for her to grab, and helped her out.
    A gentleman, she thought. “Thank you,” she said, letting go of Eli’s hand.
    You could hear the Reggae music the live band was playing inside the club blaring as they headed up to the door.
    â€œTheir food gotta be the bomb,” Kylee stated, looking at the long line of people waiting to get inside the restaurant.
    â€œI’m tryin’a tell you it is.”
    â€œYou sure you don’t wanna go somewhere else?” Kylee suggested, not in the mood to stand in a long line.
    â€œNaw, we good, ma, just follow me,” he said, bypassing the long line of people, walking to the front of the line.
    â€œYou can’t just cut in front of all these people,” Kylee stated.
    â€œLet me do this,” Eli said, walking up to the dude standing at the front door. “Sup.” Eli nodded before giving the man some dap.
    â€œSup, Eli.” The man smiled, opening the door for Eli and Kylee to walk in.
    â€œOkay,” Kylee said, impressed.
    From the time they walked into the crowded restaurant people treated Eli like he was some type of celebrity. It seemed like Eli gave dap to every nigga he passed by, and shot a million dollar smile at every chick who went out of their way trying to catch his attention like Kylee wasn’t standing right there beside him. She wasn’t the least bit bothered by these thirsty hoes. She’d never had a problem with a chick taking what belonged to her. Even though Eli technically didn’t belong to Kylee, he had a top-of-the-line chick by his side, and by the looks of these females, choosing to mess with any of them over here would be a straight downgrade.
    The waitress seated them at an empty table up front by the stage and handed them their menus. “My name is Chavar, and I’ll be your waitress tonight.” She smiled, more at Eli than Kylee.
    â€œChavar, eh?” Eli asked.
    â€œYep,” she answered, slowly shaking her head.
    â€œGive us a minute to look over the menu. But for the time