“Yeah. Most are associates, though.” “I can tell. You showing me off like I’m your nigga or something,” Synovi voiced. Racquel cracked up, slapping his arm. “It does look like that, huh? We’re friends, I told you that. Plus,” she said with a smile. “You’re not really my type.” “Good. I ain’t wanna be no way. Weird ass girl,” he cracked, making her laugh harder. “Shut up! But seriously. You’re not ugly or anything, I’m just more into something else.”
