“Where do you currently live?”
“Here in Snowden. 392 West Curtain Road.”
“You worked at Allman’s Grocerette for six months?”
“I did. I was a cashier during my senior year at Snowden High.” Hayden tried to smile and look the black guy in his eyes, but he couldn’t. The man’s eyes were thick pools of black that he had found intoxicating, unable to stare into them for fear of becoming hypnotized and turned into a zombie. Instead, his view shifted to the bottom portion of the desk and consumed grey metal.
“Your application says that you graduated from Snowden High with honors. What was your QPA?”
“Three-point-nine. I took all the necessary preparatory classes for college.”
“You’re attending community college right now?”