Nimo Fawk never thought that she would see Dwayne Newsom on her doorstep at 5:30 a.m.! She had familiarized herself with every inch of his frame that she recognized his silhouette in the dim light with ease.
He was leaning against one of the pillars, arms crossed on his chest.
"Dwayne..." she called out tentatively, removing the earphones in her ear. "I know it is you, but I still feel the need to ask if it is you." She pinched her leggings nervously.
She was dressed in the same workout outfit from the day before. Could he smell the dry sweat from the previous workout?
He pushed away from the pillar and reached her after covering three long strides. Dwayne stopped directly in front her and looked down into her shaky eyes. "I make you cream."
Nimo grimaced. She had been dreading that little bit of the conversation she had with Sunshine reaching his ears. She was grateful for the darkness which hid the blush of embarrassment on her cheeks.
