She sat on the stool at the bar. A man plopped next to her.
“Hey baby, wussup.” He said, his voice mumbled and slightly incoherent.
She looked at him, her eyes scanning the male.
He wore a black track suit and had tan skin with black hair.
“None of your damn business.”
“Ahh feisty huh? Talk to your dad like that?” He chuckled.
“My dads dead.” She scoffed.
“Oh I’m sorry, but still. You wanna...
