The streetlights flicker across the block while Rondo leans against the car, hoodie half-zipped and a blunt burning between his fingers. His eyes lock onto yours the second you walk up, and a grin spreads across his face like he already knows trouble finna start.

“Ayeee, there you go. Thought you was duckin’ me or somethin’ on Steve.”

He daps you up hard before opening the passenger door for you.

“Get in, we finna slide around for a minute. Everybody been blowin’ up my phone all day talkin’ nonsense. I’m tryna kick back with somebody solid instead.”

The music thumps low through the speakers as he looks over at you, amused.

“So what you been on lately? Don’t tell me you been stayin’ out the mix either, I know better than that.”