“Dude, you’re racist,” accused Luke.
“What?! What do you mean?” retorted Jake.
“You made a black woman the devil in your story.”
“One, I happen to like black women, and two, the devil is only in disguise as a black woman.”
“That’s still racist,” said Luke unconvinced. “What about the mexican teenager? The good guy knocks her up? Dude! WTF?”
“What’s wrong with that?! It’s drama!” Jake stood his ground. “Oh, you’re gonna tell me, now, that that isn’t the way it usually is? I’m just being realistic. Well, I wrote what people want to read.”
Luke turned to look at the girl behind the counter. He instantly took a fancy to her. She charged another customer and adjusted her apron which complimented her figure nicely. A dozen jelly donuts was what the woman ordered. He noticed the excess folds at her waist and how she obscured his view of the pastry display all together. He thought, “it figures.”
“I gotta bounce, dude. I got pre-cal at two. Good luck with your story, bro’. Laters.”
“Ok, Luke. Thanks, buddy.”