Sainsburyâs.â
âYeah, but this is Starbucks in NEW YORK!â he said.
âItâs the same!â
He shook his head. âItâs not. Itâs really not.â
The guy taking the orders asked for our names and wrote them on the cup. âDis is Keith, Iâm Gex. G-E-X, and this is Bellend. BELLEND,â Gex said, pointing to me.
âThanks, Gex,â I said. âAs ever.â
We went and sat down.
âSo you live in Brooklyn?â I asked Keith cheerfully.
âSome call it living,â Keith said darkly. âI gotta find me the exit door, you feel?â
âYou donât like Brooklyn?â
âI do not.â
âYou should move,â I said. âI hear Queens is nice.â
He laughed hollowly. âIf Iâm going, it has to be further than goddam Queens. Theyâd find me there.â
âWho would find you?â I asked. Gex was on the edge of his seat, staring at his cousin, mesmerised. There was a faint scent of man-love in the air.
Keith looked around. âThe boys.â
âWhat boys?â I asked. âYou mean your gang?â Gex kicked me. âWhat?â I asked.
âDonât talk about gangs,â Gex said out of the corner of his mouth.
â
Heâs
talking about gangs!â I pointed out. âDonât kick me again.â
Gex glared at me but said nothing.
âSo, you want out of the gang?â I asked Keith in a hushed tone. Though frankly, everyone in there was talking so loudly on their phones that it didnât make any difference how loud I talked. I could have screamed that it was time to pop a cap in someoneâs ass and no one would have paid any attention.
Keith leaned closer to me. âYou canât talk about this stuff,â he said, eyes narrowed.
âOK, fair enough,â I agreed. âMaybe, on balance, it would be best if you didnât tell me anything.â
âIâm in too deep,â he said, ignoring my suggestion. âIâve seen stuff.â
âTell him about the stuff,â Gex said eagerly.
âActually, I donât want to know about the stuff,â I said quickly.
âHave you ever watched a man,â Keith growled, âhaving his kneecaps split with a ââ
âBELLEND!â
âOh, thatâs me,â I said, standing up.
âYou Bellend?â a girl at the counter said, holding my coffee.
âI am,â I said. âThanks.â
âThatâs a cute name,â she said, smiling.
I looked at her. She seemed totally guileless. Maybe people in the States didnât know what a bellend was.
âYou really think so?â
âSure,â she said and winked. Was she .â¦Â was she
flirting
? âMy nameâs Heidi.â
âI love that name,â I said automatically.
She scribbled something on the cup and handed it to me.
âThanks,â I said again, suddenly panicking. Should I tip a girl who was flirting with me? If so, how much? Come to think of it, was she really flirting with me or are all American girls like this? I thrust my hand into my pocket, pulled out three dollars and dropped it into a box on the counter marked âtipsâ. I hate not knowing the rules.
âThank you, Bellend,â she said, smiling
âEr, no problem, Heidi.â
âSo there I was,â Keith was saying as I sat down. âI had this guy dangling from the top of the building. Fifteen floors up. He was screaming and begging  â¦Â â
âWhoâs Heidi?â Gex asked me.
âEh? I donât know anyone called Heidi,â I said.
âWell, sheâs written her phone number on your cup.â
He reached over and turned my cup around. It was true. Heidi had written her name and number on my cup. âWhich girl was it?â
Gex and Keith immediately stood like meerkats to get a good view. I couldnât bring myself to look.
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