Welp. That was the wrong moment to take a drink. Franco chokes on his beer, setting the bottle down hard so he can give himself the Heimlich. This is not going to go down as one of his smoothest moments ever.

He coughs so hard that there are tears in his eyes when he faces her again. "Damn, chica. Remind me to never do you wrong."

He holds up his hands in mock surrender. "South Street, Philly?"