"Tell ya n***a he better shoot back."
"So that's all he said?"
Ten shook his head,
"Yeah, but I don't even have a n***a, and if I did, why would he be shooting?!" Ten shouted as he paced his living room, still reeling from his encounter at work.
Ten couldn't comprehend why someone would come up to his friend and say that, but he also couldn't help the way his friend had a slight tint on his face and a shake in his voice as he recounted the story to him for what felt like the millionth time.
"I don't think he would be, but that's imaginary. Let's focus on the real. What are you going to do about this guy?" Ten stopped in his tracks, facing his friend,
"Do? What do you mean?" Joe scooted to the edge of the couch, resting his arms on his knees,
"I mean, because you like him."
