P.L. and Street (as he liked to call himself) walked along the road towards the "bad" part of town. That was where him and his gang buddies all hung out.
As they walked, Street offered P.L. a cigarette, which she accepted. And she smoked it like a pro, even though Chris had never smoked in his life. But, of course, there were many things that P.L. did that Chris hadn't.
"Here we are," he said, with a smile. They stood outside a rundown concrete block warehouse. It was definitely ghetto.
"Perfect," she said. She was about to walk inside, but Street stopped her.
"You can't just walk in to our secret hideout. I need to clear it with the guys first. Wait here."
And he walked inside, leaving P.L. standing outside alone.
