Makhail walks into the cafe. He sits down at the table.
Makhail priv: I just hope whatever guy I meet is chill.
Royce walks over.
Makhail: hi.
Royce: hi.
Makhail gets up.
Makhail: do you do hugs?
Royce: nah.
They dap up then both sit down.
Makhail: I love the hair.
Royce: thanks, I was contemplating on doing a buzz cut.
They both laugh.
Makhail: fuck no buzz cuts are so fucking bad, the mullet is definitely better.
They both laugh again.
Royce priv: I think me and him are gonna be cool, I like his vibe and his style, he's cool in book, and he fucks with the mullet.
Royce: what's your name?
Makhail: it's Makhail, but I have this alter ego, whom goes by a different name.
Royce: oh so you're like one of those crazy mother fuckers?
Royce priv: this dude talkin bout alter egos like, what the fuck, in a matter of minutes we're on that New Orleans shit?
Makhail: something like that.
Royce: what's the name of this alter ego?
Makhail: Tommay, he's like a ruthless boy.
Royce: mmm okay, so he's just a boy and not a man?
Makhail: haha, yea, he's very childish but what's your name though?
Royce: it's Royce but you can call me Roy, either one works.
Makhail: I like Royce, it's like rolls Royce.
They both laugh.
Makhail: my jokes are a bit corny and lame.
Royce: I see that.
Makhail priv: you see what?
A limo pulls up.
Makhail: that must be for us.
They get up and walk over to the limo. Royce opens the door.
Julian: what's up fuckers.
Royce: aye, what's up.
They dap up. Then Makhail and Roy get in the limo.
Julian: what's up fellas, the names Julian.
