“Sup, Bro?” I questioned, gawking at Mandisa’s window. “You didn’t get my calls?”

“What calls?” Hakim queried, halting short of the chair. He checked his pants pocket, and I bobbed, peering at the trails of prints in the snow. “Oh, damn, Bro! My bad…it’s been on vibrate. I didn’t even feel it, I guess.”

“You were probably too busy with your pants down,” I snickered to myself. Obviously, He was doing HIM…didn’t waste any time, either…I see you… “Where’s Queen?”