Please leave your message after the tone. When finished, press pound or just hang up. Adrienne, Marcel, hey, it's Candy. I just wanted to, um, I wanted to let you know I got back to the D safely and shit. Yes, yes, yes, um, thank you so much. You know, I'm like just so fucking excited about us being together, but, like, I can't help but say, like, shit, nigga, we together, but are we together? Like, motherfucker, you all the way there and I'm all the way here. I mean, we're not together. Like, you know, like, I didn't think I'd be coming back to the D so early. I mean, I fucking, I like Oakland, nigga. I like LA. Like, we, we love like that. I didn't mean to tell you this, but, you know, it's a nigga where I'm working at trying to put me in real estate school, nigga. Like, real estate school is like on some Oprah-level shit, and you don't even fucking see it. And, you know, I got fucking visions and dreams. I mean, I could do marketing. Like, that's nothing. Branding, nigga, me and you are a brand, but you don't even get it. Like, you don't even fucking see it. You pretended I was yours cause these awful niggas was after you. Didn't expect a call back, did not expect to fall that hard. You felt it, don't act like you don't love me when you know you do. No, I could tell it when you touch me. That it's easy cause you trust me. You know that I'll always treat you right. You ain't gotta say a word, baby. Looking at you tells me everything. But you really, girl, don't act like you don't love me. When you know you do. You know it's true. And I know you do. It's in your eyes, that's all I see. Don't need no more proof. You don't love me when you know you do. You know it's true. But call me back though, like, for real.