I’d just returned from lunch—orange chicken, fried rice, wonton soup from the place down the street—when my phone buzzed. “Go out with me tonight,” Mathias said in place of a normal greeting. “Hi. I’ve had a good day, only one Brent sighting. Thanks for asking.” “Did you hear me?” “I’d probably hear you better if you asked nicely.” He snorted. “Perci Mayfield, would you do me the honor of going out with me tonight so we can have a couple of overpriced drinks?” “See? How hard was that? What’s gotten into you?”
