I blamed the rug burn on my ass. Rand had been patient with me but apparently my aggressive behavior brought his out too. I was still munching on my bagel when I walked in the door. Bray had his phone in his hands and pushing against the screen with the same hand that held a cup of coffee. I assumed he was playing a game.
I laughed. “You are going to ruin the phone with the coffee.”
“Maybe, but I will have killed that damn banana balloon before I do.”
I just rolled my eyes as we walked in the same studio as before. We did the same thing with three different songs before he bought me yet another burger. Three more songs and my phone started playing. I hadn’t set my phone to silent like Bray. I rarely got calls or texts. I saw no need.
It was a text from Rand.
Do I need to rescue U?
Leaving now. I sent back.
Grab food.
