So I hopped in the car and plugged my phone up. I messaged the mysterious guy.
Hey. I am tired, but I can meet you wherever you want in 20 minutes.
He responded: Meet me at the lakefront.
I put my GPS and my Weezyana playlist on. My head was bopping and concentrating. I thought I had learned about the city’s streets by now, but nope. That GPS was guiding me straight to my destination. So I parked and let him know what model car I drive.
I’m just jamming to the music, waiting for him to drive up.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I whipped my head from dancing, and I rolled my window down. He bent down, and that’s when I saw him.
“My name is Shamar,” he said with a thick island accent, “you mind if I sit and chat with you?”
“I’m Aiden, and sure, no problem,” I stated. I was eager, but I didn’t want t
