“Don’t act clueless. Your pops owns the place, so you know exactly what type of nigga you dealing with.” “And what kind is that, hmm?” she pressed, grabbing his chin to make him face her. His discomfited eyes made her heart ache. “One who’s trying his best and just needed a little push? One who is making a way even when it probably seems like there isn’t one. Don’t play with me and speak down on yourself. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
