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“You’d kiss them, too if you could see them.” I flex one arm and she laughs.

She glances at the clock on the wall. “Oh, shit, look at the time, I gotta get this done. We open in an hour.” She turns to the shelf, pulls a stepladder up and grabs some books.

“Here, let me.” I put my hand out, and she stares at it for a second and then back at me. “What?”

“You’re gonna help me?” She leans back; eyes me up and down in disbelief.

“Why not?”

“Don’t you have other deliveries to make?”

I glance at the clock. I’m ahead of schedule. I was going to go by Sweet & Lo’s before I went back to the store, but I’d rather stay here and talk to her.

“You’re my last delivery and I have a little time.”

“Well, that’s nice of you. Thank you,” she says and for the first time since I walked in, there’s no mask. There’s no smirk, there’s no teasing. It’s a sincere thank you and it makes me feel really fucking good.

“So, The Legend, huh? You’re good at everything?”

“Pretty much.” I shrug. I’m not bragging. It’s true.

“What’s everything? Besides basketball?” She takes the book from me and sticks it on the shelf.

“I’m a good student.”

“That’s it?” She frowns, unimpressed.

“What else is there?”

She groans. “What else is there? Everything, that’s what,” she says with an incredulous smile on her face.

“Well, ask away, and let me prove it to you.”

“You a good dancer?” she asks.

“Of course.” I drop down and show her my best break dance spin and hop up with a grin and wink.

She shrugs. “Basic.”

I clutch my chest like she shot me through it.

She chortles with amusement. “Can you cook?”

“My mother is Jamaican, I can make curry stew in my sleep.”

“What other sports do you play?”

“I’m a natural athlete. I’m good at them all. Basketball is the one I love.”

“What about roller skating?”

“Roller skating?” I give her a side eye. “Come on. What are we? Six?”

“What does that mean? Roller skating is the shit, and it takes a lot of skill.”

“Whatever. That doesn’t count ’cause, like we established, I’m not six.”

“Well, it counts to me. So how about this? We just call you The Legend of all the boring things.”

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