Alex couldn’t believe it. Okay, he could, but it was still a nice surprise when he received a text message from an unknown number the following Friday night, saying only, “Tomorrow, 4 pm, text me your address.”
And the next day, 5 minutes before 4 in the afternoon, there Cassian was—parking his sleek, gray sedan that looked extravagantly out of place in the dirty, crowded neighborhood where Alex's apartment stood.
“You owe me,” Alex said into his earpiece as he went back inside, after peeking at the parked car.
“What?” Tee exclaimed. “But it’s Saturday already!”
“The bet was if he would text me in one week, and he texted me last night, which was 6 days from Saturday." Alex smirked and he put on his glasses. “Pay up, Tee.”
He could hear the man groan. “I can’t believe he fell for that
