#Chapter136
And so he did. The grueling drive through the inner city, the sleepless landmine that emitted life regardless of the hour, flowed quickly, and before he knew it, the vehicle had jammed to a stop and Angel had spun around in his seat, pinging his belt off and reaching on back to ruffle his hair. Or head. The lack of fluff on his scalp became painfully obvious as the man's hand rubbed across it like it was a good luck charm.
/"You shined tonight, kid. Keep up the good work, and I'll see you tomorrow for dinner. You got my number, right?/"
