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After washing their hands and making their way out of the pottery studio, Ma'khari led Khaniah to his car. As they got in, he started the engine, and they headed toward their next destination.

"So, what's next?" Khaniah asked, leaning back in her seat and looking out the window.

Ma'khari glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"The Blu Halo." He hoped she would be satisfied, knowing she came from a wealthy family.

Khaniah raised an eyebrow, surprised.

"Isn't that like really nice?" She asked, curiously.

"Yeah," he replied, his eyes focused on the road.

She smiled, feeling warmth spread through her chest at the thought of him planning something nice.

"Thank you," she said softly, glancing at him before looking back out the window.

The drive was calm, the streets bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, and soon they pulled up to The Blu Halo.

The upscale restaurant stood tall, its sleek exterior lit with soft, welcoming lights. As Ma'khari parked, he turned to her with a quiet, almost nervous smile.

"You ready?" he asked, a little more uncertain than usual.

Khaniah nodded, her excitement growing.

"Let's go."

Ma'khari opened the car door for Khaniah, and they stepped out, the sound of soft music spilling from The Blu Halo as they approached. The night air was cool, and the sky above was dotted with stars.

As they walked toward the entrance, Khaniah couldn't help but smile. She loved the energy of this place-it was classy but still felt personal, just the way she liked things.

The hostess greeted them with a friendly smile and led them to a booth near the windows. The soft glow of candlelight flickered on the table, giving the space an intimate vibe. The dim jazz in the background added to the mood, making everything feel lowkey but still special.

Khaniah slid in with a soft "thank you." When he sat across from her, she couldn't help but take in how well he cleaned up.

His hair was freshly twisted and styled, and he just had this quiet confidence about him that made her feel comfortable but also a little in awe.

"This place is nice," Khaniah said, glancing around and then meeting his eyes.

"Yeah, I thought you'd like it," Ma'khari replied, his voice calm as usual, but there was a certain pride in it.

The waiter came by to take their drink orders. Khaniah went for Pink Whitney with lemonade, and Ma'khari asked for Hennessy and a sprite, of course. Once they had their drinks, they sat back, scanning the menu, but Khaniah couldn't stop looking at him.

"You really put thought into this, didn't you?" Khaniah asked, her voice soft, just enough for him to hear.

Ma'khari met her gaze for a moment, his dark eyes catching the low light from the candle.

"I ain't tryna mess up. You deserve this, Yaya."

Her heart skipped. She wasn't expecting him to be so chill, especially when he was usually so anxious and shy.

"Well, I'm havin' a great time already," she said, reaching over to gently squeeze his hand.

Ma'khari smiled slightly, though there was a certain warmth in his eyes.

"I got you, mama." He leaned back in his chair, relaxed now, his usual calm nature settling into the night.

As the conversation flowed, they shared laughs, stories, and quiet moments. The night felt like it was just for them, and Khaniah realized she was exactly where she wanted to be.