Crossing Paths Pt. 2

Chanel Boutique - Palisades Ave., Downtown Las Vistas




Blake shifted his weight on the hard seat of his chair, so that the left side of his butt wouldn’t fall asleep again and stretched his legs out, fighting for space with the pile of shopping bags at his feet. He pulled out his phone to check his emails; nothing since he had looked ten minutes ago. How long could it take to find one damn dress, he thought to himself. He had left to grab something to eat 30 minutes ago and she still wasn’t finished. It was already quarter to five and he had to pick up Rachel at seven. She was going have to hurry up or he would have to cut this short, an option he didn’t like given that he had yet to be properly rewarded for his patience.

Crossing Paths Pt. 1

Phoenix Heights, Downtown Las Vistas



“Foul!” Wes shouted as Rider’s shoulder plowed into him sending him to the ground. “Bullshit,” Rider shouted back as the ball left his hands and flew towards the basket, hitting the rim rather than going through the net. “You bumped into me and I’m the one with the ball. If anyone has a foul it’s you.” Wes sat up but remained on the ground, winded from the fall. “Fine, then I call a time out. Take your damn shots.”