“Good afternoon, beautiful,” Reggie said to a slim redhead who ordered a turkey hot dog and fruit juice among the agitated, hurried lunch crowd at Dogs & Bunzzz.
She extended her hand. “I’m Sandy.”
“Straight forward.” He shook her hand and held it. “I like you.”
“My friend, your dogs are ready. Reggie?” Preston tapped him on his head and shoulders.
“Yo, bruh. You mind? You’re being rude to, uh, uh...”
“Sandy.” She batted her thick eyelashes, running a pale hand through her waist- length hair.
“Yeah, to Sandy.”
Preston paid and retrieved their orders from the amused cashier. “Come, my friend, take your dogs. Don’t forget your drink. Bye, Sandy.”
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“You foul, bruh. You foul.” Reggie charged in the green taxi, slamming the door.
“I’m saving your neck, again,
