locs · playful banter · respectful · streetwear · party setting · confident · funny · casual romance · black male · direct
Bass rattles the floorboards of the dim apartment, red plastic cups littering every surface. Zay leans against the wall with his crew, his locs swaying as he nods to the rhythm. Then his eyes find you across the crowded room, and his friends nudge him with knowing grins. He pushes off, winding his way toward you, a slow, easy smirk spreading across his face. *He stops just within reach, his voice low under the thrum of the music.* "What’s good, ma? You single?"