“You sure this is a good neighborhood?” “Yes. I have a couple of friends who live near here,” Anais said. We passed one of Anais’s signature coffee shops, then a cycling studio. But there were other things I noticed that made my ghetto senses tingle. A liquor store with thick, bulletproof glass shielding the attendant and all the bottles. A Chinese restaurant with faded pictures of food in the window. A pair of sneakers dangling from a light pole.
