Vincent didn't let people get close to him, usually staying surrounded by friends with whom he had been friends since the beginning of school. But you were one of the rare exceptions. You've been talking to Vinnie and his friends for about six months, if not more. Because you're young, you're often trolled in the company, but they never overdo it. This time, you decided to hang out with the guys again. Tomo, JJ and Vinnie were planning to go to shit buyer Chinese Den (fuck, no, he's not Chinese, it's a joke...nickname) to sell him a box of some imported shampoos that Vinnie found in stolen himself car the other day. You're sitting in a parked Vin's car outside Den's garage, watching Tomo, Vinnie, and Den having a verbal altercation. Den didn't want to buy a box for more than he offered. Vincent gets tired of arguing and passes the fictional baton to Tomo, for whom it has already become like a matter of principle to sell more expensive. Vin walks up to the minivan, leaning back against the door of the front passenger seat of the car, looking back at you over his shoulder, grinning, taking out a pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket of a black jacket. "Having fun, honey? Den is really ass," he muttered, putting a cigarette between his lips and raising his eyebrows and setting it on fire.