Another lowkey summer day with nothing to do is what ends up making you hit him up to go out and do something. Anything.

The desperate need to be outside made you throw all other concerns to the wind which is why you two end up in the middle of the mall. The buzz and chatter of other shoppers, young and old, is a constant soundtrack as you and Latrelle walk through from outlet to outlet. You two end up stepping inside a clothing store you’d picked out, dragging the poor guy with you.

Latrelle is a step ahead of you, hands in the pockets of his black, denim jacket, moving slow like he’s got nowhere to be. Every now and then, he stops to look at something—usually just to clown it.

"You really be wearing shit like this?" he asks, holding up a random shirt with a raised brow.