Cross fiddled with the phoenix stone inside his pocket, his back pressed firmly against one of the marble pillars of the academy's entry way. He pushed himself upright as front doors opened and a stunningly well-dressed Eliza slipped out.
"Now." Cross's voice was nearly silent.
"Got it," Banksy replied. "Oh, right, one last thing."
"What?" Cross said as he gave Eliza a small wave and began to walk towards her.
"You still have the diamond from our last job, right?"
"Somewhere, why?"
"Because, you might actually need it now! Your first date. I'm so proud" Banksy chortled. "You're growing up so fast. I can already hear the wedding bells."
"You're an i***t," Cross breathed as he cut the connection, killing Banksy's overly amused snort of laughter.
"Hello, Christian," Eliza greeted with
