Sunny Afternoon Dealing

I was sitting in the sun today, downtown, just relaxing and listing to music before class started. Then, a guy walked right in front of me and gave the the, "aight'" thing where he dips his head ever so slightly. He walked passed me but stopped ten feet away and turned around. As he came in front of me again, he asked how I was doing...

Guy: How you doing today?
Matthew: Good. I like today. Its so nice out.
Guy: Yeah, its nice. Whats your name?
Matthew: Russ. Whats yours?
Guy: I'm Will. How you doing, Russ?

We did that "Bros" hand shake that good "pals" do, where you grab thumbs, change your grip as you bring it in close, and you never who is doing what, who is leading the cycle and where its going...I kind of went limp for Will, because I wasn't sure how this was going to go down.

Matthew: hhuh?
Guy: you doing good, man?
Matthew: Yeah.
Guy: You live in the area?
Matthew: Huh?
Guy: you live the area? Chicago area?
Matthew: No, not really. -Just for school.
Guy: Well I could give you a number to call if you ever want some weed, and I could get it to you.
Matthew: What?
Guy: If you wanted to buy some weed....
Matthew: Im sorry, what?
Guy: ...Weed. It'd be easy. You could just call.... You smoke this stuff?
Matthew: ...Huh? No. I don't smoke this stuff...

Then it got weird and a bit quiet. Will did not know what to say, because who knows if I'd be able to hear him. We enjoyed the sun.
The awkward silence between the drug dealer and the full-grown school boy who couldn't hear, was probably a lot more than Will had planned on. Seeing this, he panicked badly by doing nothing but hold his ground, look suave in the sunlight and be cool under pressure.

Matthew: Well... I think go to school now... Have a good one, Will.
Guy: Hey, you too, Russ. Have a good day.