Azael
Approximately thirty minutes later, in which we barely share words and I am forced to sit on the grass smelling of dog piss, a slightly wrecked second-hand car parks on the sidewalk, and a boy in sunglasses, a T-shirt gets out Hawaiian and several brown curls that fall down her forehead.
-What's up friends? - he asks, raising his hands and dragging the S's. We come out of our hiding place and the first thing Azael does is cover his mouth.
This one, he takes off his sunglasses with difficulty and looks me up and down.
-You're fucking good- he says staggering and running his green eyes over me. I don't know how the hell he got here.
- Get in the car- Azael tells me.
I obey and go around Scott'
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