#maya took the pic and told him he's old afterwards

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I don't really take requests but I've been meaning to draw more phoenix so here you go anon 😭

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CONNECTED

~In this chapter, Erik & Maya decide to enjoy each other’s company by having lunch. We get a closer look into their budding relationship. I’m going to try a writing technique I haven’t done in a while. Inspired by the ‘Daniel Caesar Channel’ on Pandora so if you really wanna set the tone this will help.

Warning: Contains a little fluff and some smutty thoughts with innuendos.

FOUR

ERIK

 It was the day. The day that I counted down to; lunch with a vision like Maya Symone. I stepped out the shower to prepare, washed my face and brushed my pearly whites. I wore my dreads slicked back with natural pomade and trimmed my beard with a pair of clippers; I was looking sharp as hell. I went into my bedroom to the closet to find something to wear; a plain white long-sleeved tee, acid wash jeans with come freshly polished combat boots I’ve since my navy days. I slipped on my beads, gold ankh chain and was on the way to pick up Maya in my used black 2008 Cadillac CTS. The night before, I got to talk to her for hours about anything. She was so chill, serene. She wasn’t like anything or anyone that I can imagine. Her voice was so chill and surreal that it seemed as if I met the woman of my dreams in the flesh.

 I finally pulled up to her apartment building and stepped out to stand by the passenger side so I can get the door for her like a real man should; I texted her to let her know that I was out. That is when I saw her. She had on a pair of jean shorts with a red sweatshirt and some black Chuck Taylors. Her hair was in a low style, topped with a bowl hat fedora and her glossed lips curved up. I walked slowly up on to the curve. “Hello, Miss Maya.”

MAYA SYMONE

    Erik stood there looking at me with a brow rose to his hairline. “Hello, Mr. Erik. You look nice.” Nice was an understatement. He was ripped, charming and can make any sista melt. When he smiled, I had to smirk. “Thank you. You look great. What did you have a taste for? Today is all about you.” Smooth sone of a bitch. “Well, how about sushi? I haven’t had it in a while.” He nodded and opened the door for me. Once I got in, he shut my door and made his way to his side. I couldn’t help but watch him. Just the swagger in his walk made him even more irresistible than the night we met. He stopped to let a car pass before letting in his car. He settled in, buckling his seatbelt, and turning his car on. 

  “Do you have a music preference?” I shook my head and he turned on the Daniel Ceasar radio through Bluetooth in his car; Lately by Russ played. I moved my head to the beat and he did the same when we pulled off. “So, Erik. What made you want to go to lunch so quick?” He only paid attention to the road. “Why you ask?” I kept it real. “Because men usually like to make women wait for weeks on in before wanting to see them. The only time they wanna see a woman this quick is when they want something.” Erik looked over at me and said “well, I’m not that type. I can’t speak for them but I know better. I just liked your company. I got a nice vibe from you, Maya.”

ERIK

  I looked back to the road leaving her speechless. She didn’t know a man like me would be straight forward. “So, Maya. Tell me about yourself. Are you actually from here?” She looked over at me and ahead. “I was born here but my folks were from Michigan. We moved around a lot since my dad was in the service but when he retired we all stayed here. What about you?”

“Me? Eh, I was born in Oakland. Pops was a...” I had to think. What can I say that wasn’t the truth but not a lie either. “My dad was a leader. He raised hope & awareness for our people. He was basically like a modern Black Panther.” Maya kept her eyes on me, like if she was trying to read me. “You said was. Is he not here anymore?” I kept my eyes on the road but shook my head and stayed quiet. Losing my dad was a very hard feeling. Something I can never get over. Hopping from one home to another, put a toll on me. Especially with not being able to contact my mother. I had no idea what had happen to her until I was sixteen. 

  “I lost my mother” was all I heard from my right. Maya looked straight ahead but still talked. “When I was fourteen, she was sick from cancer. Ovarian cancer to be exact. It was painful to see her like that. Just to see a woman like that hurt me a lot.” My eyes were still on the road as I tried to hold the tears back. “I’m sorry, Maya. Must’ve been hard.” My right arm was on the armrest, alone, Until I felt a set of fingers intertwine mine. “Me too, Erik. Me too.”

MAYA SYMONE

   We finally arrived at the sushi bar On Hollywood Blvd. We decided to sit outside on the stools to enjoy the sun and breeze. I sipped from my green tea lemonade when I noticed Erik peeking at me from his peripheral. “Yes, Mr. Stevens”, I asked and heard him chuckle. “Nothing. Just enjoying the view. So, when did you start writing?�� He sipped from his cup when I replied. “Hmmm, I would have to say back in high school. It helped with the loss of my mom. My dad bought me a journal to write my emotions down and what not. I was awful at expressing myself ever since I was younger. He thought it would help.” I started to make circles in my drink with my straw as he watched. I looked over at him and asked: “wanna play a game?” 

“What kind of game?”

“Just a game so we can get to know each other more.” He raised his brow so I began to start. “First question, if you can go back in time and meet any historical figure, who would it be and why?” He tapped his fingers on the on oakwood table and said “easy, Huey P. Newton. Not only did he lead our people in a revolution but he also stood for us through anything.” I nodded and said “this might be a hard one but I actually would want to meet my great great grandmother on my dad’s side. She was a fully African woman from Kenya. Birthed over fifteen children, grandmother to eighteen and great grandmother to a lot. She was a sculptor who usually showed emotion through her work. My grandma has told me that her grandmother was known to be a crazy woman but to the family, she was just different.” I looked over at Erik and I saw was a smile. “Good answer. My turn?”

ERIK

  She bit her lip at me with a smile and I couldn’t help but look in her hazel eyes. “Kiss, Marry or Kill; Denzel, Idris or Me?” I leaned on my right hand and flashed a big old smile making her laugh. “C’ mon, Erik. That ain’t fair.”

“Why it ain’t?” She looked at me with a smirk and rolled her eyes. “Alright fine. Kill Denzel..” She looked at me with a lip bite and continue. “Kiss you and Marry Idris.” I covered my heart pretending to be hurt. “You wouldn’t marry me? Awe man that hurts me. Dang...” She wiped my pretend tear and said: “at least I didn’t say kill you instead.” I looked down at her and took her hand, caressing it with my thumb. “I guess so.” She looked at me and said, “my turn. What do you wanna do with yourself? Like you mentioned that you are the assistant to a teacher. Did you wanna do more that?” I looked over at her and was in deep thought. “To be honest, I never thought about it. Not sure what to do. When I came back overseas. I was just looking for something to help pay bills. But for as long as I’ve done it, I enjoy it. Maybe, I’ll teach.”

  The waiter finally came with our big buddha roll and steamed rice with sauce on the side. “I can actually see you as a teacher. Like the teacher that all the single moms want a conference with after school.” I bit into my roll and chuckled. “Maybe. Would you want a conference with me?”

MAYA SYMONE

  When he said that I looked over at him with a smirk on his face and little sauce on his lip. I got a napkin to wipe his mouth for him and couldn't help but look at his full lips. So delicious looking. I stared into his eyes as I still wiped his mouth. His eyes were an amazing chocolate shade and his lashes were long and full. The last time I was this close to a man, it changed me for who I am today. I placed the napkin down and grabbed another roll to place in my mouth. “You alright, Maya?” I was so deep in thought that he must’ve noticed. “I’m good” I smiled with a grin and he placed his hand my lower back as he kept eating. 

LATER THAT DAY

   We pulled up to my home afterward and he stood in front of me, leaning on the car. “Thank you for lunch. I enjoyed it.” He nodded and said “don’t mention it. It was nice to see you again. I was wondering what you were doing tomorrow night.” I held my hands in front of me and shook my head. “Wanna go for dinner? I know this French place downtown that just opened. Supposed to be nice. Want to join me?” 

   “Sure. What time do you wanna pick me?” He stood and walked over, towering me. “I met reservations for eight.” I looked up to him confused. When did you make those?”

“This morning.”

“What if I said no”, I folded my arms and he said “if you did say no then I would be in there all in my lonesome. You wouldn’t want that on your mind, would you?” Damn, he got me.  “Fine. You can ring u and I’ll let you tomorrow night so you won’t wait out here by your ‘lonesome.’“ He covered his mouth to laugh and said “Ok. Which number are you?”

“2F. When you get off the elevator, you are going to make right and I’ll be three doors down on your right.” He looked at me and got closer, caressing my cheek. “I would lie to Facetime tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you?” I nodded before he placed a kiss on my cheek while held his other hand. “I’ll be waiting, young man.” He let my hand go and made my way to my door. I waved back at him and he did the same before getting his ride and driving back. Once I got to my place, I soon got a text that read:

Good night, beautiful. Can’t wait to see you.

  I slipped out my shoes, jean shorts and hat, lied down and smile to myself looking up at my painting of sunflowers. Maybe he is different, I thought to myself before falling asleep.

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Ok, I have the next chapter finished. Just have to add gifs, pics and edit. It’ll be about Maya’s past and how she became the woman she is today. The chapter is more graphic and involves a lot of sexual situations so be prepared.

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