"Hey, Homegirl." Jessica met Valerie with a rough embrace, squeezing leather before they casually strolled outside the game shop.
"How long have you been here?"
"Thirteen minutes and five seconds," said Jessica.
"Hehe. And how many steps have you taken since getting here, weirdo?"
Jessica glanced left then right. "Nobody cares."
"Something relevant. What have you been up to?" Both women started down the aisle, oblivious to every set of eyes and ads against the white polish.
"Besides delivering?"
"You still working at that Tacquera?" Like Jessica, Valerie had an automatic penchant to utter foreign and loan words with their original accent, at least any term with origins in Spanish.
"Tacquizza," Jessica corrected.
"Anything new?"
Her head bobbed to thoughts of her second life: Da
