“Vibe check.”
Conner looked up as Babs walked into the garage. They shared a fist bump.
“See Colin?”
Conner nodded. “He’s up at Norths, rizzing up Gemma like something fierce.”
Babs snorted. “Bruh, he ain’t got no rizz. Right now he’s probably just simpin like nobody’s biz.”
“Nah, he slaying it right now, no cap,” Colin laughed. “Turns out Gem loves the mysterious silent types, so he’s mogging a new susurrus drip that’s straight fire.”
“For real?” Babs eyes narrowed. “Sounds totally sus.”
“Nah, for real bro. Black leathers, Oakies, the works.”
“Ayo, hope he ain’t ending up in Ohio.”
Jin Shen enjoys exploring different points of views, both real and fictional. Living a quiet life in the tropics, his mind wanders to strange places to tell whatever story that comes to mind.