“what, this is exaaactly how you look. facial expression and all.” she joked before standing back upright. drinking down the rest of her smoothie and threw the empty cup in the nearby trash can. “i’m from detroit. motown’s finest, you feel me?” she grinned, folding her arms across her chest. “but different how? you don’t have any white girls that act goofy from around your way or something? because that’s all i’m good for.”
“ight, ight you got it.” He laughed balling his fist as he covered his mouth. Shaking his head, his eyes followed the cup she had in her hand that she tossed out in seconds. Folding his arms back up to his chest as he felt quite awkward with them down, his attention was back on the female as she began to answer his question. “What you know ‘bout Motown ma? But ight, that’s cool.” he smiled thinking if he even knew anyone from Detroit. Raising his brow at the female, he brought his hand to his chin rubbing it. “Nah but i’ma be real wit you, I never met a white girl wit a fatty.” he laughed hoping she would take light to his compliment.
