Thirty
minutes later, Precious arrives at her door with Omar’s number in her phone and
a spring in her step. She’s about to put her key in the lock when Darius walks
up behind her.
“Who
is he?”
She
is so startled that she jumps.
“What
are you doing here,” Precious asks.
“I said, who is he?” Darius is so angry
he can barely get the words out.
Darius is so upset that Precious is
about to answer until she realizes that he’d been following her. “Are you
stalking me?”
Darius looks sheepishly at his
sneakers.
“No, not stalking, exactly.”
“What is not stalking exactly, Darius,”
Precious asks.
“I uh... I was worried about you. You
were so upset on Friday,” he answers, nervously pushing his locks out of his
face. When he does, Precious remembers why she kept taking him back.
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