(not looking up) And what does yours think?
(almost a smile) She does that.
Listen. South London’s not a blood test. It’s not a strip of land on Google Maps. It’s this. 2AM. The N bus. The sound of a souped-up Corsa backfiring on Walworth Road. It’s your nan sending you back to the shop because they gave her the wrong yam. - South London 2 SCRIPT
You came.
They step off together.
I got into a fight. Not a real one. A verbal one. With Dezzie.
(grinning) Nah. Just been waiting for you to forget. (not looking up) And what does yours think
He said I’m not really from South. Said cos my mum’s from Ghana and my dad’s not in the picture, I don’t get a say. Don’t get a “postcode.”
Don’t be soft. Pay for my wings.
Kai locks his phone. Turns to Jay. The streetlights slice across their faces.