"Let's eat something—I'm starving after all that cardio in there," I said, rubbing my stomach as the growl echoed loud enough to hear over the faint hum of traffic outside.
The sun beat down on us, hot and unrelenting, a sharp switch from the dim, sweaty chaos of the Electro Club we'd just left behind.
Afa giggled, her voice light and teasing as she started to reply, "Yeah, sure, let's eat—" But before she could finish, her phone buzzed sharp in her hand, cutting her off mid-sentence. She glanced at the screen, her brow quirking up as she saw the name flashing there.
"It's my dad," she said, holding it up for a sec like she was debating whether to answer, then swiped to pick up the call.
Curious, I watched her as she turned her body away from me, stepping a couple paces to the side for some privacy. I yawned, stretching my arms over my head, my jaw cracking as the exhaustion settled in, and tried to catch what she was saying.
