I think they were the first people on the bus, at Rainier and Rose, by the cluster of East African markets. Two black American high-school age boys bounded on. Summer nights on Rainier have a lot of activity– it's no surprise to see kids out past midnight. Some are out to prove themselves through trouble, others have a family situation they feel better being away from, and others are simply out with friends having fun. Didn't you stay out late when you were young?
While one of the boys asks me for a ride, I eyeball his drink. Is that sixteen-ouncer alcohol, I'm wondering. Out loud I say, "is that is that is that...." Then I see the label. "Oh, kiwi strawberry!" We laugh. "You guys are fine! Come on in!"