“Sorry for what?” Junie crossed her arms. “Damn, are you her spokesperson?” he chuckled. When neither woman cracked a smile, Nite straightened up. “Aight, my fault. I was on some bullshit.” “You were.” Hunter rolled her eyes. “My name is Hunter.” “I’m Dai,” Dai introduced himself, stepping in front of Nite and reaching for her hand. Hunter looked down at his hand and then back up at his face. The black polish on his nails jogged her memory. “Oh no, you’re the rude ass nigga from the other day.” She mugged him, snatching her hand back.
