David looked up from the paper that he was attempting to scan while watching Les at the same time, when Jack walked up to him with a apologetic grin on his face. David had to wonder about Jack sometimes. He put his paper down and smiled as his friend came closer.
"Hey Davey." Jack ran his hand through his shaggy hair and sat down on the crate next to David.
"Hey Jack, ready to go sell? The headline is pretty good today."
Jack obviously wasn't ready to sell as he sighed and looked down at his boots.
"Well Davey, actually, I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
David glanced at Jack worriedly,
"Sure Jack, what do you need?"
"Well, Skitts is sick and so Specs don't have a selling partner, I was just wondering if you could sell with him today."
Jack looked at David hopefully, but with a bit pleading mixed in his brown eyes.
David couldn't say no to those eyes,
"Sure, if you don't mind have Les with you all day." Jack laughed and the worried look left his eyes.
"Nah, I don't mind, and I'm sure he won't mind either, we always have fun together."
"Ok, then I'll see you later." David got up, shouldered his papes and Jack stood up after a second and beat the dust off his pants
"Awright Davey, thanks for doing this for me, if Specs sold anywhere else I wouldn't ask ya, but he insists on sell'n up toward Harlem." Jack shook his head and sighed.
"Why would Jack be worried about it, it's not that bad up there, is it?"
"Well, I'm sure we'll be fine Jack."
"Ok, see ya later Davey."
They spit shook and went their separate ways, Jack heading for the boxing rings with Les, who was on cloud nine and jumping around like a rabbit, and Davey heading toward north Manhattan with Specs.
Little did Jack and David know that that was the last time they'd see each other for awhile……………..