I exhale through my nose, anger simmering beneath the surface. I pull out my phone from my purse, texting my girls.
Amelia
Where the fuck is he? I didn’t agree to come here to stand at the airport like a bufoon.
Catalina
Finally, you’re here, fuck. Come over, I miss you.
Layla
I-
Layla
I was not informed.
Layla
You skank ass bitches, fuck you.
Layla
Didn’t mean that, but like.
Amelia
Sorry, Layla, Mav said he needed to talk and was weirdly serious.
Layla
Don’t talk to me.
Catalina
Layla, stop being a dramatic bitch. She came here to talk to Maverick.
Layla
Yeah, okay, whore.
Catalina
Layla, we’ll plan a girls’ trip, and you guys can stay at my house.
Catalina
I’ll cook.
Catalina
Carter will behave, maybe.
Catalina
He’s sucking on my neck rn. So, if my texts don’t make sense, that’s why.
Layla
