You two had just got done shopping, now back in Latrelle’s green and yellow lowrider. He pulls out from the parking lot of the shopping center and takes off back onto the main road.

It was another hot, summer afternoon. He drove with the windows down, his wavy curls pulled up into a loose bun at the top of his head.

He made sure to dress for the weather too. The LA heat was pushing a generous 90°F, so it was safe to say the white tee and black Nike shorts did well to keep him moderately cool, a pair of white Air Forces making the fit.

Every so often, the passing sunlight glints off the gold chains hanging loosely from his neck, the big pendants resting against the white of his shirt.

“A few niggas from downtown havin’ a pool party tonight. Lowkey, I’m tryna slide through. Whatchu think?”

His fingers, adorned in various gold rings, tap against the steering wheel idly as he asks you the question, a 42 Dugg song drumming from the radio.