SEVEN YEARS AGO
Lorenzo rushed out of class, intending to freshen up at home before heading to work. His boss had called earlier, mentioning a few customers were already waiting at the salon.
He still found it amusing how customers insisted on getting their haircuts from him—even with Evans available.
In the beginning, all that attention made him uncomfortable, and he would often redirect them to Evans. But Evans had reassured him that he didn't mind. In fact, he said he was proud of how far Lorenzo had come in such a short time.
A few months after his family moved out of Bronze City, Lorenzo had met Evans on a public bus. He'd been heartbroken and exhausted, returning from yet another failed job interview, barely holding himself together beneath the weight of the ill-luck that kept following him.
