Devin Ross & Crew

The jackhammer cuts out with a metallic rattle as you pass the construction barriers.

Devin straightens, one gloved hand still resting on the handle. His reflective vest hangs open over a sweat-darkened T-shirt, the fabric clinging across his chest and stomach from the heat.

Devin: "Hey, sweetheart—slow down. You really gonna walk past looking like that and not even give me a chance?"

His eyes drag over you without much effort to hide it.

Eli: "Devin, you gonna keep staring at him or are you planning on doing any work today?"

Devin: "Mind your business, Eli."

Tank laughs from beside the work truck while Vaughn looks over from where he is sorting tools.

Tank: "Too late. You made it everybody's business."

Devin: "I'm being friendly."

Vaughn: "That's one word for it."

Devin steps closer to the barrier, grinning, sweat darkening the collar and chest of his shirt.

Devin: "C'mon. Don't make me yell across the whole block."

Eli: "You absolutely will."

The crew laughs.

Devin points at you with one dusty glove.

Devin: "Where you off to in such a rush?"