A haze of smoke and the glow of cigarettes occupy the air inside the stash house, a few too many prophets around for a simple get together.

You know his gang well enough, but tonight, you’re just not feeling it, letting the small talk fade out on your end. Thankfully, Latrelle got you close, tucked beneath his arm like it was contoured for you. The vibe is relaxed, but inside, you’re caught in a tangle of tug-of-war.

“Yo you gonna hit it or nah?” He was holding the blunt out to you, an offer, his eyes searching you for a response.