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Jazz: To answer Nina’s question, if you think this was my date to Aaliyah’s party, then yes.

Aaliyah: Just a date? Because you two looked like more…

Jazz: We’re friends.

Nina: Now I know a lie when I read it.

Jazz: It’s way too early for you two to be double teaming me!

Aaliyah: Then just admit that you and this apparently famous man are more than friends. And why didn’t you tell us you were dating a celebrity?

Jazz: I definitely told you both on your birthday that he was a football player.

Aaliyah: He was so cool and laid-back. I didn’t think he was in the league. I thought you meant he was a football player as in he played football for fun or he played back in college.

Nina: He looks like a football player. That’s what I thought you meant. I thought you were describing those broad-ass shoulders. But you meant his job is professional athlete?

Jazz: Yes, he plays for the Maryland Monarchs.

Aaliyah: I’ve never heard of him before, but you know I know nothing about football.

Nina: I know enough about football to know Jazz told that fine man to put her backfield in motion!

Aaliyah: She said go deep!

Nina: Jazz let him go… ALL… THE… WAY!

Aaliyah: Jazz said he could tackle her any day of the week!

Nina: I know he’s impressed with Jazz’s ball handling!

Aaliyah: Touchdown!

Nina: It’s a game of inches!

Aaliyah: Let’s play ball!

Nina: Aaliyah, no. You ruined it. That’s baseball.

Jazz: Are you two done?

Aaliyah: I am, apparently. It was between “play ball” and “goal” and I wasn’t confident about either.

Nina: I have tears in my eyes. This was the laugh I needed this morning!

Aaliyah: Same!

Jazz: I can’t stand either one of you.

Nina: Jazz got a famous boyfriend and now she can’t stand us.

Aaliyah: Can’t do nothing with money!

Jazz ignored us for the rest of the morning, but that laugh was exactly what I needed to get my day started. Aaliyah told me about her plans to meet Ahmad’s parents that weekend. After showering and preparing for the day, I posted content on social media and then headed to the office. I was a little early and with the HR paperwork in my bag and the date with Russ scheduledfor the night, I was on cloud nine. I damn near floated into the building.

“Hey, Jonah!” I greeted him with a warm smile as I approached the elevator. “How are you?”

He gave me an odd look. “I’m cool. How are you?”

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