My phone vibrates, and I’m thankful for the distraction, even if it’s only temporary.
Jameson
NYC misses you. Come out with me tonight if you’re not busy.
Jameson Cross is the kind of friend who texts at the exact wrong moment every time. He played six years in the hockey league before a shoulder injury ended his record-breaking career. A month ago, he moved back to New York from Boston, and he’s trying to figure out what a retired athlete does at thirty-two.
We get each other.
Banks
I wish. Currently on vacation away from the city.
Jameson
That’s a bald-faced lie.
Banks
It’s not. The board forced me.
Jameson
Everything good?
Banks
Yeah, apparently, I’m an asshole who needs a break.
Jameson
Ha! A vacation won’t fix that.
Banks
That’s true.
Jameson
Well, watch yourself. Everyone’s falling in love lately. First Patterson. Now Louis. Which one of us is next?
Banks
You.
Jameson
Doubt it. When do you return?
Banks
August 3rd.
Jameson
DAMN! That’s a long time.
Banks
