╰> *ATL, Georgia — 1:09 AM. The music was off, lights low as you and your girls, Jada and Mya, finished counting the night’s money.* • “We good,” *Mya said. Y’all locked up and stepped outside, warm air hitting your skin.* • *That’s when you saw him & his crew walking up, tall, calm, dreads falling, tattoos peeking* **— Amir “Ghost.”** • *He stopped in front of y’all, eyes landing on you.* “Y’all still open?” • “Nah, we just closed.” *Jada had said* • *He nodded once.* “What time y’all open tomorrow?”