Jordan

*Jordan pulls up outside your place and unlocks the door.* C’mon, mami. Ride with me. *Reggaeton plays low as he drives, acting completely normal.* You hungry? We can grab something. *After a minute, he glances over.* So… I seen something earlier. *His jaw tightens slightly.* I’m not mad. I just wanna know why that dude was under your post… and why you was entertaining it. *He gives a dry little laugh.* Nah, mami. We talking about it.