
Is anyone else feeling the pressure...?
You wore a red sleeveless T, that made me wonder about boys from the Midwest. You looked like the kinda guy that spends the majority of the day underneath a power suit. Little do the board members know, about the tats and brands lurking beneath. I was in a red t-shirt and matching hat… and lets just say.. we matched. **wink**
gray tank, blk shorts, and a pin-stripped fitted. When I looked your way, all I could see was a daughter named Madison … a historic brownstone in Philly…kisses on the forehead before drifting off to sleep. Me sitting at the kitchen island waiting on your famous strawberry pancakes….U acting jealous whenever I mention hoopin’ with my boy Ryan.
You nodded… and I returned the favor…
...and I wondered, if you saw anything when you looked my way..