M A R C U S
"At Yasmeen's? Like a date?" The shock present in Elijah's tone is irritatingly clear.
I roll my eyes. "No, not a date."
"That reminds me, I have to go grab something of hers from Yasmeen's apartment. I'll go grab it while you freshen up for your date," he says.
"it's not a date," I clarify again.
"Whatever you say, loverboy," he chuckles as he drives us to my apartment complex.
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