At that point, it didn't take long before I gathered a small crowd in my home gym, and the five stooges—temporary title, of course—came in looking concerned about what I called them out here for. It didn't come as much of a surprise but their fifth man—I mean, their fifth woman was surnamed Williams, but she surprised me with the puffy curly afro she was hiding under her helmet when she took it off.
'Looking closely, we're all around the same age too, except for Brownie and Hooper, they're probably older than me… Maybe not, we'll see.'
She had the same African-American persuasion as Royo from the surface but her gray eyes—almost the same color as Artem's—told me she was mixed blood just like me and a few others.
In any case, I shooed the crowd away because this group had enough of getting reprimanded with an audience. They seemed to have appreciated the thought but I then introduced myself like I would with any other group—especially around the same age as I am.
"'Sup?"
"..."
