Walking down 76th Street, he bumped into two girls dressed in a similar manner as the normal clothes Sandra wore; black. As it was quite dark on the street as the sun had dipped behind the closely packed buildings all he could see of the faces was that the makeup was also similar to Sandra’s. The girl on the left had shoulder-length brown hair and the other one had waist-length platted black hair. The girl with the long black hair asked him, “You going to the Patterson’s party?”
“Yeah. Why? You two going?” he responded.
“Yeah, we are. May we walk with you as I guess you don’t come from the area?” the one with brown hair said.