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Dayson stood there as he waited for an response to his question, he chuckled, “My bad, I can do that for you. I’ll show you up to my crib.” Dayson walked passed him and started to head up the steps to the second floor apartment, he paused mid-step, “You coming or not?” He couldn’t help but let another smirk spread across his face, he knew he should stop messing around with Carter’s emotions like that. Odd for him to think about a stranger, but he already liked him, there was something intriguing about him. He opened the door to the apartment, waiting to see if Carter could move or if his feet was just stuck to the concrete.

Carter stepped to the side as he watched Dayson eagerly making his way inside. He found it amusing and kind of cute how his new acquaintance was so pressed to get close to him. Although, it was kind of alarming as well. What actually had Dayson so pressed? Did he have ulterior motives or was he actually being genuine? Was it a risk Carter even wanted to take? He finally gathered the courage to speak, stopping Dayson in his tracks, “I told you I already have a client. I’m just ‘posed to miss out on that money for you?” On the outside Carter was like a brick wall, after all he had been to war twice since he begun his career. He felt as though this was the way he had to be. Then again on the inside he was like a teddy bear. His mother referred to him as a Sour Patch Kid, sour then sweet. “No can do, hombre. You can book me for a later time, if you please,” Carter reached into his pocket. Swiftly removing one of his business cards that he kept on hand, he held it out in Dayson’s direction.

THANK YOU PATRICK FOR FREE MONEY

Day was kind of taken aback by his comment, he didn’t really understand what made him stop and hang onto Carter, “Oh, so we havin’ a little attitude?” He asked as Carter glared over him, he chuckled, amused by his little ‘act’. “I only talk to nigga’s that’s pretty like you.” He smirked, “You got a tongue on you, it’s cute though.” He let out a laugh with the statement. “How much you charge? You think you can edge up my beard?” He ran a hand over his beard and eyed Carter.

Carter was shocked as well, he had never had someone be so up front with him. Coming from a family of law enforcement and being a military man himself, he had learned to be fairly secretive about his sexual orientation. However that didn’t stop his face from burning, his cheeks and ears turning a cherry color. He had to admit as Dayson stood before him shirtless and covered in tattoos, he was an attractive man. Though if his cousins were to catch him out here flirting with the stranger, he would be in deep shit. Clearing his throat out of embarrassment Carter had to take a moment to regather his thoughts. “Yeah I could do that for you,” his tone now softer, his demeanor more timid, “Only if you can keep thoughts like that to yourself though.” Suddenly the weather had become more humid or at least it felt like it, sweat building on Carter’s forehead as he felt the tingling in the pit of his stomach again.

“Hey, hey!” Day called after him, “Where you rushing off to?” Dayson was intrigued by Carter, there was something different to him that Day just had to investigate and he couldn’t let Carter go just yet. Being the nosey person that he was, he pointed to the duffle bag, “Whatcha got in there?” Day raised his brow, “You not from around here, huh? Someone like you shouldn’t be over here.” For some reason he was concerned about the other’s safety, and Day being into somethings himself, knew that Carter wouldn’t last long by himself.

He had half a mind to ignore the man and continue on his merry way, but there was something stopping him. So instead of following his first mind, Carter stopped in his tracks and turned on his heels. He held his head high with his chin up, he didn’t know this man from BooBoo the Fool. He might’ve not been raised in the ghetto, but Carter knew better than to show any weakness around a stranger. He listened carefully as Dayson bombarded him with questions before finally deciding to speak, “You just start random ass conversations with every nigga who passes your stoop?” Carter snickered under his breath before eyeing Dayson over. “Trust, I got eyes on me I’m good,” he fibbed just a bit, “I’m going to cut hair, the hell you doin’?” Grazing his tongue over his bottom lip, he shifted his weight to his left foot and gave Dayson an intense glare.

dayson put out the blunt that he was sitting outside of his apartment building smoking, he looked up to notice someone staring at him. he blinked, “oh, my bad, i didn’t mean to be in your way.” when he moved over to the side he noticed the person’s appearance and checked them out. 

Approaching the building his cousin had called him to, Carter noticed a male figure blocking the stairs. He couldn’t see through the haze of smoke they had left from their weed, so he didn’t know whether budging his way passed would be safe or not. Instead he waited impatiently, gripping the Nike duffle bag that held his clippers, oils, everything he needed to give a haircut. Carter twisted his nose up at the smell, it disgusted him. He honestly just wanted to carry on his way. Just as he went to speak the male beat him to it, snapping out of his marijuana induced daze. Chuckling to himself as he passed the man, Carter couldn’t help but notice the feeling he got in the pit of his stomach. What it was exactly, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he needed to get in and out of this building and on to his next client.