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gone in the other
direction, into the barrio towards the next subway station? It was about five
blocks away from his studio, but in the other direction.
    He set off towards Flushing Ave at a
fast clip. It was his fault that she had gone off alone. He had made her feel
uncomfortable. A rank novice, and he had messed with her at her job. He
deserved to lose this gig. But most of all, he didn’t want Kali to get hurt or
scared because of he had been an asshole.
    He had to find her.
    Hunter was running across a street, when
out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kali. She was almost to the corner, and
couldn’t help seeing him. He skidded to a stop. In a few steps he returned to
her side.
    “There you are.” He tried to say it
lightly but was too out of breath to pull it off. But he couldn’t stop smiling,
it was such a relief.
    Kali was surprised. “Did you run after
me? Seriously? You thought I couldn’t walk to the subway by myself?”
    “I called a car for you.”
    “I only live a few stops away. In
Williamsburg.” She stepped forward. “And the entrance is right there.”
    Hunter could see the homeboys still
hanging out in front of the subway. “Let’s go.” He made sure he was walking on
the inside, between her and where the guys were standing.
    She noticed the group of young men at
the same time. Or maybe it was the sudden serious tone in his voice. She
stopped protesting and warily went along with him.
    Hunter tried to take it easy, but the
guys had just seen him run up in some kind of desperate funk looking for
someone. And now here he was walking with a pretty girl who was obviously
keeping her distance from him.
    Several of them started hooting at them.
“Yo, you have a fight, man?” “I’ll take her off your hands.” “Yeah, you know that …”
    Hunter could feel himself swelling up in
the chest, ready to bash heads if any of them took a step towards Kali. He
glared at them and flexed his muscles a bit, letting the warning in his eyes
speak for him.
    It was like throwing gas on the flames.
    The comments got louder as they pushed
past them at the entrance. Kali moved closer to Hunter as they went down the
steps.
    The homeboys followed them down inside
the station, but they paused on the steps just out of sight of the bored MTA
employee sitting in the bullet-proof glass booth reading the NY Post .
    Hunter hesitated only a moment, then
swiped his card through the slot so Kali could go through the turnstile. He
swiped again and followed after her, but stopped her from going further up the
platform. They could still see the MTA booth from where they stood.
    The gang didn’t follow them through the
turnstile. They didn’t want to pay another two bucks each to get closer when
they could taunt him from the stairs. They also couldn’t come closer into the
narrow lobby or the MTA employee would order them to leave.
    Under the eyes of the homeboys who
continued to make comments, Kali turned away to look out at the platform.
    Hunter felt like he’d won. They were
stymied and he was standing on the platform with Kali. “That takes care of
that.”
    “Thank you for finding me.” Her eyes met
his frankly for the first time since he had ordered her to sit down on his
bench. “I didn’t realize it wasn’t safe.”
    He kept watch on the gang on the stairs.
She had her back to them, trusting him to look out for her.
    “They’re just assholes with nothing
better to do,” Hunter said.
    The gang may not have caught the words,
but his attitude was clear. Their jeering picked up. Even the MTA employee
looked up from his Post for a second.
    Kali moved even closer to him. “There’s
a train coming.”
    Her hair was blowing in the incoming
breeze as a subway rushed down the tunnel towards them. “Good, it’s almost
over.”
    “You can’t go back out there.” She put
her hand on his arm, looking up at him. “You don’t know what they’ll do.”
    He stared at the gang openly now, as if
judging them.