“I hope she knocks you on your ass,” Gus declares.
“Fuck around and find out, kid,” Milo mutters.
I tune them out, my focus back on my phone, where it belongs.
Tomorrow night, pick you up at 6?
Can’t I just meet you somewhere? Or we go from work?
Nope
It’s a date. I’m picking you up
Fine
Great
and Sawyer?
Yeah?
I can’t wait ;)