Narrative Essay On Black Beanie

"I mean, even if it was your mom, we look like we'd rob the shìt out of her," I respond, looking down at the oversized black sweater I have on, while I pull the beanie hat off of my head and put it on my lap.

"I guess. Yeah," Taylor says simply as she reached for her pure black beanie and pulled it off very slowly, her hair pulling up with it.

"Well, where else can we go?" I ask, noting that the sun was almost set, and that the skies had begun to take their natural navy blue tint.