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Admiring the paintings on the wall, he noticed each one of them was of African Americans.
     
    Mox took a few more steps down the hallway and into the living room where Donell Jones’ ‘Where I Wanna Be’ boomed through the surround sound.
     
    “This is that joint!” Mox sang along.
     
    Girl, the love that we share is real
     
    But in time your heart will heal
     
    I’m not saying I’m gone but I
     
    Have to find what life is like
     
    Without you…
     
    Priscilla heard Mox’s voice and was moved. She joined in.
     
    But when you love someone
     
    You just don’t treat them bad
     
    Oh, how I feel so sad now that I wanna leave…
     
    She grabbed the remote and hit mute. “Let me find out. What you know about Donell Jones?”
     
    “I like that song right there. My mother was big on R&B, so that’s pretty much all we listened to. She hated when I put on rap music.” Mox laughed at the memory.
     
    “That’s cool,” she said. “So, that’s two things we have in common.”
     
    “What’s the first?”
     
    “Our love for cars.”
     
    “Oh, yeah… definitely.” Mox looked over the warm, plush apartment. It was nicely furnished and laced with wall to wall carpet, a brown micro fiber sectional couch with matching love seat and a big screen floor unit television. “Damn, you look good.”
     
    Priscilla blushed. “Thank you.” She was really feeling Mox’s air. He was unique in a way she couldn’t describe. Extremely mature and incomparable; a far cry from the ordinary.
     
    Mox spread his arms and went to hug Priscilla.
     
    She had to get on her tippy toes just to wrap her arms around his neck, she was 5’7, but Mox was two inches over six feet.
     
    She looked good rocking a pair of off white linen shorts, a pink tank-top and a pair of white ankle strap Louis Vuitton heels. The perfume she wore was seductive and sweet.
     
    Her soft breasts pressed against Mox’s chest and he wrapped his arms around her curvy waist.
     
    After their embrace, Mox went to take a seat on the couch.
     
    “You live here by yourself?” He asked.
     
    “Yup.”
     
    “Wassup wit’ your parents?”
     
    Priscilla didn’t mind sharing her personal issues with Mox. It was confusing, but she was comfortable with it.
     
    She sat down on the couch beside him and took a deep breath. “Well, my father…” She paused and looked to the ceiling. It was a touchy subject. “I don’t even know. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t have a father.”
     
    “Nah, don’t say that. I mean, he’s still alive right?”
     
    “I guess so.”
     
    Mox could tell it was difficult for her to explain the situation. He had been going through the same issues with his expression of the traumatic incident in his life, but the more he spoke about it the better he handled it.
     
    “I’m being nosy, but what about your mother?”
     
    The matter of her and her mother’s affairs were far more sensitive to discuss than the absence of her father. Priscilla slighted her mother for reasons she withheld from the world, but you could see the affliction in her eyes when it was mentioned.
     
    All she said was, “she’s around.”
     
    Mox didn’t want to force her to talk about it. “Okay. That’s good. At least you still have them.”
     
    “They’re both dead to me.”
     
    He wasn’t too fond of that statement. “That ain’t cool Priscilla. Please don’t say things like that around me.”
     
    She was rattled by his remark. “Oh, really? Huh…” She turned her lip up. “Well, what’s your story, Mr. Daniels? You can’t be the only one asking questions. First of all, what color are your eyes? I never seen anybody with eyes that color and what about you mother and father?”
     
    “My eye color is called true amber. I really don’t know too much about how and why I have them, but I do know that they’re very rare.” Mox took a breather and relaxed back on the velvety cushion. He closed his eyes. “As far as my