Chris pulls out his phone.. He reads the message that Diego had sent. It looks like things are going as planned. Diego wants to meet him downtown in an hour. Chris feels relieved.

The thought of going downtown kinda made him feel uneasy. The fact that he was selling the stuff to someone else, and the possibility of getting caught, made things a little exciting but at the same time, made him nervous. He knows that Diego wouldn’t but him in danger, they have been friends for as long as he could remember.

Chris got up and put his plate and glass in the sink. He threw out the container and box of his frozen lunch. After he finished this, he consulted the clock on the microwave. He had plenty of time to put the deal in motion.

Chris heads to the bathroom to take a quick shower, and then throw on his track suit. He didn’t want to go downtown looking like he was some well to do yuppie. Or some urban professional. It would totally throw the deal. He needed to appear average and remain low profile.