"Wha....what's happening?!" Fedora's body danced in a persuasive frustration aimed at Tyra, who finally jerked up.
The horror that had once carved the features of Tyra's face was totally gone, replaced by a sudden, rigid stillness.
As Tyra straightened up fully, his countenance was overtaken by a certain kind of disbelief, one that came with elements of fear, coupled with sheer shock and confusion.
"What is it?.....Is the coast clear? What did you see?" Fedora bombarded his best friend with hoarse, frantic questions.
refusing to turn around and see for himself, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. But the words Tyra blurted next, with his smoky eyes narrowing into a scanning squint, swept Fedora off like a big flood of unexpected surprise.
"Isn't that your.....what should I call him, your hook-up?" Tyra scoffed, his mouth hanging aghast.
