“What’s good? What’s your name, love?” The caller’s deep, serenading voice startled me. “Uh… Tsuna... Tsunami.” My words staggered, but came through nevertheless. “Tsunami. That’s suave. On behalf of the niggas with no sight, thank you for downloading this app and helping us out here and there. I’m not going to take up too much of your time, but I need to know what flavor these noodles are. I got the munchies, but I’m not eating this shit if it’s not chicken or shrimp.”
