“What time?” 

“6:42”

“7?”

“Kay”

Me, Cassey, and Danielle, finished eating our ice creams. Barely anyone is out. It has always been this way here. Even outside the 7/11 beside the highway, you can count the people. An influx of people would crowd the intersections here around sundown, but as soon as the clock nears 7, everyone is inside.

After an afternoon of gossiping and hunting for cuties, we throw our garbage in the bins. I wasn’t given a curfew. Not anymore since like 9th grade, but I know better than staying out late. The street is dark in between streetlights. Cassey and I kept our bikes at our side, Danielle’s hands were free. We walked this route for forever, school days, weekends, hangouts, the street where we separate. We get encapsulated in the LED limelights, and then we come back again to the dark again and again for around 20 minutes of walking and still talking. Then we reach the cross, I go left, Danielle goes forward, Cassey goes right.