Part 2

Shortly thereafter, the girl began to walk, visibly angry—her stride suggested she was ready for a confrontation. Since I wasn't walking, I decided to approach her on the horse and speak up.

“You know, I thought it was unfair when the officers refused to assist you,” I called out as I caught up with her, who was a bit ahead of me. “Who said that?” She asked, turning around. “Who are you?”

“How do you know that?” She asked again, realizing it was me on the horse who had spoken.

"Hi! I'm Ley! You can call me Ley!” I responded. “Ley?”

“Ley, who?” She questioned me. “Excuse me? I'm surprised you don't recognize me, right?” I replied. “I am a well-known Painter in this area, okay.” I told her. “Did you know not everyone is familiar with you?” She remarked. “You should stop following me now, okay.” She added. “Do you understand?” She asked. “I wasn't following you; I was just on the road when I saw how they expelled you,” I explained, chuckling at the situation. “What’s so amusing?” She asked. “Why are you laughing?” She continued as she resumed her pace. Then I took a few steps closer and posed another question. “How can I assist you? A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be wandering aimlessly at this hour,” I suggested. “What are you talking about? I'm heading home!” She replied. “And how do you plan to help me?” She countered it. “What’s your name?” I asked her. “Why?” She responded.

“I have no name! Just leave me be!” She also told me. “There’s something about you that makes my heart race.”

“You’re the most stunning girl I’ve seen around here,” I complimented her.

“What should I call you, beautiful girl?” I asked her again. “Are you aware we are both black?

“We only got ourselves, got our own back, right?” I told her again and smiled.

“Okay, fine! My name is Stephayella!”

“You can call me Stephayella!" She declared after forcing her to tell me her name.

“Your name somewhat sounds like that of a black woman I encountered in Biblical literature!” I remarked. “Oh! You are Religious!”

“That sounds great!”

“Bu are you a Christian?” She inquired.

“I am not Religious but Spiritual!” I responded. “And what is the difference?” She asked me again. “I realized there is a God who is our Creator, alright?” I responded. “And that God is Eternal, without a beginning or an end.”

“As black people, we should always take pride in who we are, as we embody that God,” I also told her. “Are you satisfied now?”

“What now?” Stephayella replied, sharing her name with me. “Wow! Your name is lovely, too!” I expressed it. “How wonderful it is to meet you!” I also told her.

“Alright, fine!”

“But Thank you!”

“Goodbye for now!” Stephayella responded. “Are you certain you don’t need any assistance?”

“I’m heading to the nearby theater, and I can take you there!” I offered it.

“Oh! Really!” She exclaimed. “Actually, I was trying to decide where to spend the evening before heading home,” she said.

“Can I really trust you?” She asked. “Absolutely! Certainly!”

“Now, allow me to take you for a ride on my horse.” I responded. “Shall we go enjoy a play and have dinner there?” I asked her. “Sounds great! Awesome!” She replied as she got on the horse. “Alright!” I spoke.