She almost laughed. “A what?”
Layla wanted to call it what it was—a performance. Marcus was a collector of grand gestures, a magician with words. But the song wrapped around them, slow and syrupy, and for a moment, she let herself believe. wiz khalifa promises
“You promise?” she whispered.
She knew better. But she went anyway.
“You know. A ‘stay down, ride with me, we gon’ be alright’ kind of promise.” He pulled out his phone, scrolled, and pressed play. Through the tiny speaker, Wiz Khalifa’s voice floated out— “And I’ll never be the same, no lie…” She almost laughed
