"say folks," he called out shaking his dreads out from his face as he walked into the gas station, "can you gimme sum russian creams and dem frooties?" he spoke raspy, pointing to the candies.
synere been having an sweet tooth for a few days.
he recently arrived in chicago, he was coming to check on his younger brother whom wasn't in the safest environment, synere was trying his hardest to do something about it.
he didn't want help from anyone, he was going to fix it on his own. sometimes everyone have to man up on their situations.
the clerk nodded and grasped an baggies of the candy and the russian creams and slide them to him, "it's ten gang." he muttered.
"preciate you." synere said lowly, licking over his lips and fishing a crispy ten dollar out of his pocket and gave it to the clerk. "anytime sy." he giving him an head nod.
before grasping his items and walking back out of the store, he threw the receipt away in the trash and stuffed his candy and backwoods into his pocket.
𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 he got to his apartment which was in the famous neighborhood known by O'block.
the whole block was dangerous and synere didn't want kyree to get hurt out here in the street, sy was fully aware about the stakes so he had to move his baby brother.
