"Hi Vanessa."

She looked up and hid a cringe. Donald Miller was standing there holding three unopened cans of beer. He grinned showing a gold tooth that caught the light from the street lamps and gleamed with a sparkle.

"Hi, Donald. I haven't seen you in years," since you almost jumped my cousin, and me she thought.

Donald handed Phonso a beer and slapped hands with him.

He sat one can of beer down and opened the other. After it was opened he winked at ...