"So she does live and breathe!" Hank hollered right from his car as he brought the truck to a stop.
Sophia looked up from scrolling through i********: on her phone and slipped it into her back pocket, rubbing her palms together to generate heat.
Hank jumped out of his car, a big 6ft man with long hair and a greying carpeted beard.
"It really is you. Sophia!"
"Hank!" She rushed into ok this embrace. "I wasn't sure you still lived here. I had to call."
"I didn't believe you still have my number." Hank gave a bear-like squeeze before releasing her.
"Hey, you're going to squeeze all the musical notes out of me." She joked.
"That just means more music for us." Hank joked back.
Hank Wilde was what you'd call the neighborhood's friend and he has lived here for nearly his whole life. The
