[ He shows up at her place as promised around seven-ish later that night and goes to ring the doorbell. There's a plastic bag in one hand carrying: two sodas balanced atop non-degradable styrofoam, filled with anything-is-more-authentic-than-Taco-Bell soft tacos and tiny plastic cups of hot sauce meant to burn a layer of skin off your tongue (might be skipping those today).
As for the kid himself, he's out of his uniform but looking clean in a pair of jeans and a sweater (not the same one as the other night, and he's smells like he just took a shower so that's all good). ]
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As for the kid himself, he's out of his uniform but looking clean in a pair of jeans and a sweater (not the same one as the other night, and he's smells like he just took a shower so that's all good). ]