Jada took a deep breath as she stared at Benjamin's familiar face.
He was dressed in a red soccer jersey, slim-fit black athletic pants, and clean white sneakers, which highlighted his lean yet muscular figure.
With a crisp line-up and his golden skin gleaming in the sun with that familiar smirk on his face, she had to admit, he looked as handsome as always, perhaps even more attractive than she remembered.
As cocky as ever, he waved for her to proceed, and she recalled the bars she had written a while back to use the next time she met him and began adapting it to the beat being played by the strange boy wearing the green mask.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh.
It's Jada Jada, and I'm hot like the weather
Float on any beat, 'cause I'm light as a feather,
There's this British boy here who thinks he can rap
Innit boy, go home, cause we know that's just cap."
- Ooooooohhhhhhh
