Diego doesn't bother coming home before work so when I go downstairs to get a ride from my mom, she's worried about our house guest. "Where is he? Can you text him?"
"I don't have his number," I tell my mom.
"I thought you two were friends," she retorts.
"We don't text," I tell her and she sighs. "He has his bike. He'll get to work if he really wants to." I don't want to be late so I lead the way outside.
When we arrive in the plaza, I'm happily surprised to find his motorcycle parked in the spot closest to the coffee shop. "See mom, he's here," I tell her, feeling a bit relieved. The last thing I need is him skipping work. That'll make Sue think I hang around the wrong crowd.
"Good," my mom smiles. "You're going to have to call Calum for a ride home because I have to work."
"Alright
