She was nervous and excited, and unable to control the storm of activity in her body and mind as she waited in the car for ROC. Lalana had freshened up before going to the signing, but now wondered if that freshness had faded. Had her makeup worn off? Was her lipstick still like new, as the commercial had promised? Lalana didn't know how long she had been sitting in the car. The driver (who, thank God, was not Logan) had kept the air on and was playing MC ROC's new CD. Suddenly, and much to her surprise, a group of people approached. The door opened. MC ROC slid in. "Say, Shorty, what you know good?" he smiled. "How are you?" She wanted to maul him. "You know me." ROC chuckled, and leaned back into the seat. "Just chasing dat cheddar." Lalana nodded, a nervous smile turning up the corners of her mouth. "So where was you headed after here?" ROC asked. "I came here to see you," she admitted. "Yo, for real?" he asked. "Damn, that's deep." Lalana didn't know whether he considered it a good or bad thing.
