"Are you sure about this, Brandon?" Lonnie asked as he nervously chewed at his thumbnail.
Brandon pulled Lonnie's hand away from his mouth. "Yeah. I told you I don't like you working down at that place at night. Besides, you already quit the taco stand, so it's too late..."
"It's not that bad," Lonnie said. "It's a pretty nice area, Brandon."
He opened the truck door, stepped down onto the running board and hopped onto the ground in between Brandon's truck and the identical F-250 4x4 parked next to it. That truck had a magnetic placard on the door advertising the business.
He straightened the collar of his pink polo shirt and smoothed down his navy blue dockers. He combed his fingers in his hair, then blew into his cupped hand to check his breath.
He wanted to look perfect for his fi
