"Ah! I know where that place is!" Vance said. "I keep passing it every time I come from the neighborhood on a certain bus."

Vance knew his way pretty much to anywhere. If not on foot, then using public transit. He had learned how to commute from his late father, who was a commuter himself due to his work. It wasn't easy living there, though, in the middle of a ghetto, where he had to worry about loud, crappy rap and hip-hop music aggressive gangbangers...or wannabe gangbangers. He made it a personal mission to escape all of that when he could, finding a cheap apartment closer to the lake in a nicer part of the East side, not looking back since.

Vance smiled when he thanked her for caring. "It's pretty much how I was raised." he said. "We should get going if you wanna get to that art shop. It's Rush hour, and it's only gonna get more busy, and you wanna get your errands done before it gets dark."