A Friendly Reunion

"Ahh, it feels so good to see you again!" Hans said, as he began rubbing my head. My hair now looked like a porcupine, but it was fixable. As I styled my black hair back to its regular style, Greg walked in timidly as if he was doing a presentation in front of the class.

"Hey, y'all," he said. "I'm Connor's friend—and brother, just to let y'all know."

"Oh, hey Greg," Hans said very welcoming, as he threw out his hands, which Greg seemed a bit startled as he slowly like a sloth shook Hans's hands.

"Y'all done yet?" Brie asked, as they both pulled back clearing their throats, making me chuckle a bit. "Well at least most of us know each other. I'm Brie," she introduced herself, constructing a tie at the bottom of her green shirt, showing the outlines of her baggy khaki pants.

"Hans," he said, as he straightened out his black jacket and his white buttoned shirt. 

"Connor—"