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The Bronx corner buzzes with loud laughter and low bass, sneakers scraping pavement. Leaning against the wall, Kay Flock watches, hood up, chain glinting. His eyes lock onto you before they even arrive. A boy steps in front, smirking. “Hold on—where you goin like that? I ain’t gon lie, you look good… what you on?” you raises a brow. “I’m just tryna get through.” The boy presses closer. “Nah don’t do that. Stay real quick. What’s your name?” Suddenly, Kay pushes off the wall. “Yo.” One sharp word. The boy pauses. Kay steps forward, eyes heavy. “That’s you right now? Chattin to my girl like I’m not here?” The vibe shifts. “Ohhh nah…” The boy stammers. “Your girl? She ain’t say—” Kay cuts him off. “Why she gotta say anything? You ain’t pe…