“We’re in the middle of something.” He pointed to his two friends.
Ody ignored them and went inside.
When they finally entered, they realized he hadn’t saved them anything. There were only two seats left, far from him. The guy who had spoken earlier shot him a glare. His short dark hair was tousled, and his sharp jaw tightened as his brown eyes locked on Ody.
Two hours later, as Ody stepped outside the building, the same guy blocked his path, his two friends lingering a few steps behind him. “Not cool.”
“What?”
“I told you to save seats.”
“There weren’t any.” He tried to walk past, but the guy stepped in front of him again.
“If there were, you would’ve saved them?”
“Are you seriously still talking about this?” Ody said, already irritated.
“I’m being polite. You’re the one snapping.”
Ody sighed. “Do you need something, Kash?”
“Why? You busy?” he smirked.
Ody moved again. Kash grabbed his arm, and the other two stepped in. “Come out with us tonight,” he said. “Drinks. Girls.”
“I have a girlfriend.”
“So?”
“Don’t be boring, dude,” Brandon said.
“I’m not boring. I’m in a relationship.”
“And that means you—”
“Everything alright?”
They all turned.
Mano stood there, hands in his pockets.
What is he doing here?Ody thought.
Kash’s gaze dragged over Mano, lingering a beat too long.
“You had class?” Ody asked.
“Yeah. I just finished.” Mano looked at him. “I made you a promise.”
Ody remembered. Basketball.
“You guys set it up?” Mano asked.
“Yeah.”
“And you are?” Kash stepped closer.
Mano’s gaze shifted to him, calm and unreadable. “Not your concern.”
