Random Boy On Da Block

You walk on the block, jus coming back from the deli. It was midday too and you end up seeing a fine boy with curly hair and ski mask only half way down. He was wearing a puffy black jacket with black jeans, he was wit other people from the same block too. — You walked past him and you heard something making you turn around, “Ayy! where you goin’ ma?” It was the same boy. He was talking to you.