"Hi Vanessa."
She looked up and hid a cringe. Donald Miller was standing there holding three unopened cans of beer. He grinned showing a gold tooth that caught the light from the street lamps and gleamed with a sparkle.
"Hi, Donald. I haven't seen you in years," since you almost jumped my cousin, and me she thought.
Donald handed Phonso a beer and slapped hands with him.
He sat one can of beer down and opened the other. After it was opened he winked at Vanessa and made a show of wiping off the rim with his shirt and examining it for any dirt.
"I know how you ladies like your cans' clean. Here you go Vanessa."
She smiled despite herself. "Thank you."
"I was watching you dance a little while ago. I heard you went to the Performing Arts School."