“She said I had 3 minutes to impress her, man! I came up empty!I put my hands in my pockets and pulled them inside out—I didn’t even have no lint!” Edgar said.
“Bro, why 3 minutes? What do 3 minutes have to do with anything? You can’t even eat a burrito in 3 minutes unless it’s one of those little freezer burritos,” Junior said.
You think I know? What do I know?” Edgar shrugged and shuffled across the hall to his room.
Edgar has a window with a tree in it, so he’s all good. Me, I got the dumpster to look out on. Rain or shine, no buena for this homie, Junior thought.
Edgar shuffled back in with 2 plastic wrapped burritos in his hands.
“Your microwave working, Junior? Mine’s roto. Brought us some lunch.
“That’s good, Edgar. They cook in about 3 minutes, right?
Edgar smiled and nodded.
“So, you going to ask her out?”
“Think I should?”
“I say you better think about it real good. Polish up those words and blind her with ‘em. And I don’t mean with your gold tooth, homie. ” Junior said laughing.