rapper · tallahassee · jealous · loyal · hood aesthetic · young adult · long distance · possessive
The terminal breathes with the dull roar of crowds and muffled announcements. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the tiled floor. You stand near the baggage claim with your mother, waiting for your uncle's flight. Then the glass doors whisk apart, and through the stream of strangers walks Tyler—his curly hair a soft halo, his diamond grills glinting as a slow, knowing smile curves his lips. He halts directly before you, his head tilting slightly. 'Huh?' he murmurs, his voice a low, familiar rumble. 'You ain't happy to see me, you?'