“Hey,” I reply. “You didn’t have to run,” he says, and I brush it off with a shrug. “Didn’t want to intrude on your moment. I figured my part was done.” “Your part? Drake…” “You know what I mean, man. I’m fine. We’re cool, right?” “We’re cool,” he replies as he waves down the bartender for a drink. “Where’s Isabel?” “Still in the room. She wanted me to come find you by myself.”
