Mazy
Where was he? I was starving. I checked my phone, he should have been here by now. Maybe the line was long?
“Demo? Did Darius text you?”
“No, ma’am,” he said.
I scowled at him. Ma’am? He was only like two years younger than me. He smiled and winked. Cheeky f*cker, he did that on purpose. I looked at Brick, he shook his head.
I clicked on his contact and called him. The phone rang and rang, just as I was about to hang up because I knew one more ring, and it would go to voicemail. He picked up.
“Baby, is the line long?”
“Hello?” said a male voice.
“Hello?” I put it on the speaker so Brick and Demo could hear.
“Um, are you the owner of the phone? I just found it in the parking lot outside of Mel’s Bar.”
“Who is this?”
“I’m Mel.”
“Mel, this is Mazy Moore, the ph
