Kyle, Shadow, and 40 Oz still straddle their bikes.Breathing hard. The street is quiet again.Too quiet.
40 Oz:
“Man… that was a dude.”
SHADOW:
“No it wasn’t.”
KYLE:
“Not who. What.”
Silence. Then –
40 Oz laughs nervously.
40 Oz:
“Man, forget this. Yo… we still going to Sammy’s or what? It’s my birthday.”
They hesitate, exchanging a look. Then nod. They ride. Glancing back every few seconds.