Omar was leaning against the wall outside, smoking, jacket open like he owned the night. There was grease on his jeans, and scuffed boots. The same cheap chain swinging from his neck since college. He didn’t see Luis coming until Luis slapped him on the shoulder.
“Jesus!” Omar flinched hard, dropping ash down his front. “The f**k, man?!”
Luis stepped into the smoke, eyeing him sharply. “We need to talk.”
Omar blinked, coughed, then frowned like he was seriously considering punching him. “I know you said you were going to come… I didn't actually believe it! You outta your damn mind showing up here like that? What, you get bored of sipping cocktails with your boardroom friends?”
Luis didn’t bite. He just jerked his head toward the door. “Let’s go.”
Omar sighed, flicked his cigarette to
