“Chill, man, I’m just tryna get some good snacks with my boyfriend.”

Deandre shrugs, putting his hands up defensively as a cop approaches them, hands hovering dangerously towards his holstered pistol.

“We’re just hangin’ out, man. Just cause we black boys don’t mean we gon’ steal or anything. No one is bringin’ you any harm.”

He watches as the cop stalks off, eyeing them suspiciously.

“Always the fuckin’ white cops.. never ran into a cool ass black cop in my whole life. Hope that didn’t ruin our night, boo.”