I need to get out of the hood. Like pronto. Like expeditiously. Interning at a law firm where there are nothing but white folks and very few black faces may not be my ticket to go. I don’t want to get trapped somewhere between a Pumpkin Spice Latte convention and the Sunken Place. Yet, when I do cross paths with him, well, it’s game over. Every girl has that line they will not cross. Savior Ellison was that line.