“Yep. Thank you.”
Danger nodded, looking her up and down. “Yeah…you got real pretty for me tonight.”
“I got pretty for myself.” Caresha sassed back.
“That may be true, but you got pretty for me, too.”
They shared a moment of silence as Danger caught her eyeing his hair. It was clear she wanted to ask about it but was too shy for some reason.
“You know how to do locs?” He asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“Aight, I want you to do mine.”
“Who normally does them?”
“A chick in the Heights. Why?”
“Just asking.”
Danger ran a hand over the top of his head. “But like I said, I want you to do them. I’m gon’ come holla at you before the reception to get me right, so make time in your schedule for me, aight?”
“I can do that.”
“You wanna do that.” Danger smirked.
“Maybe.”
“Nah, ain’t no maybe, ma. You want to, and that’s cool ‘cause I want you to do it.”
Blushing, Caresha nodded, feeling exposed as he read her like a book. She had wanted to offer to do his hair since their last hangout, not because it looked bad, but because she craved the quality time it would bring. And if she was truly honest, she didn’t want another girl to touch it now that she was in his life.
What the fuck Reesh? This nigga got you slippin’.She thought.
“How your tux fitting went earlier?” She asked after a while.
“Cool. Everything fit right.”
“That’s good.”
“What color you pick for your dress?”
“Mauve. That damn Niv wasn’t going for anything else.”
“That’s gon’ look real good on you.”
Caresha twisted her lips. “Nigga, now how you know that? What mauve look like?”
Danger sat there with a mischievous grin on his face, and they both laughed in unison, knowing he was full of shit. He had no fucking clue what mauve looked like, but what he did know was that she would look good in a dress. And that’s all that mattered to him.
“I ain’t gotta know what the color look like to know you look good in anything clinging to that body.”
“Mm-hmm, it’s a pinkish color. But why you asking about the color?”
“Cause I’m anxious. I can’t wait to see you in it.” He admitted.
“Pick me up then. We can ride together since you’re so anxious to see me in it.” Caresha messed with him, not thinking much of it.
