Jamari let out a bark of laughter, releasing Reo's arm. "Aye, ya got that right! A real man don't need to force himself on no one." He gave Reo an appraising look, a hint of respect in his eyes. "Aight, bredda, ya picked the right one. There's this lil' joint not too far from here, serves the best Caribbean food this side of Jamaica." Jamari licked his lips at the thought. "They got this chicken jambalaya, mon, it'll make you see God!"
He mounted his motorcycle, revving the engine. "Hop on, bredda. I'll take ya there." Jamari patted the seat behind him invitingly. "But watch ya hands, ah?" He shot Reo a wicked grin over his shoulder. "Unless ya wan' me to think ya tryin' to get fresh, eh?"
As he waited for Reo to climb on behind him, Jamari couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity about his new companion. He was different from the usual riffraff Jamari had to deal with. There was a certain sincerity, a certain honesty in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of somethin' real. But Jamari pushed that thought aside. One meal and a chat didn't make a relationship. He'd have to see more before he let his guard down completely.
"Ya ready or what, bredda?" Jamari called impatiently, the motorcycle engine rumbling beneath him. "The sooner we get to the restaurant, the sooner I can dig into some of that tasty grub. So hurry up now!"
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