“Cruz.” “Yeah, sorry.” I face forward. “I got it, but I think it’s the wrong number.” There’s some shifting before he speaks again. “Why do you say that?” “She didn’t respond and it’s been ...” I look to my screen. “Almost five minutes. Weird, right?” “Five whole minutes, huh, kid?” He chuckles. “Why’d you need her so early, you have a test today or something?” “Nah, no test.” I run my fingertips over my fade. “She sorta … has my work.” “... what do you mean she has your work?” When I don’t respond, he sighs into the line. “Damn it, Tobias.” A sour tang coats my mouth, and I squint at the sun.
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