Jack grinned, his ego tucking itself away for the night. “Nah,” he whispered. “I’m right on time.”
Across the table, K. Camp was nursing a drink, watching the bubbles rise. He didn’t need to see the screen to know the vibe. “She’s playing the game, Jack,” Camp said, his voice smooth even over the trap beat. “You know how it goes. The minute you stop looking, that’s when it rings.” Jack Harlow - PICKYOURPHONEUP (feat. K. Camp)
“You’re late,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. Jack grinned, his ego tucking itself away for the night