Farah Davis loved a big entrance. She enjoyed the stares of people and she enjoyed their reactions. A motorcycle sped into the parking lot with percision. She hated being late and she hated the fact that she had to put on appearances to try to get her mother's attention for once, but she continued with her scene. Farah hoped off her baby and took the helmet off, shaking her red curls out. She grabbed her bag from the back and turned toward the people at the front door. A smirk fell onto her red lips. She looked really great in her black skinny jeans that showed off every curve and her tight, turquoise top that was coupled with a leather jacket and combat boots. She started walking toward the front door.