“What did that Dustin guy say to you?” Garett asked as we reached the parking lot.
“He just asked if I’d seen his message from last night.”
He suddenly stopped, turned to face me with a raised eyebrow. “And what did you say?”
“I didn’t get to reply. You showed up out of nowhere.”
“Good. Don’t respond to him yet. Don’t say anything until we’ve figured out a plan,” he said while opening the front passenger door.
I frowned but got into his car anyway. Once he slid into the driver’s seat, I looked over at him.
“Don’t you have practice today?”
It was just 3PM. Usually, their practice started at five and ended by 7PM. If they had a practice game at another university, he wouldn’t get back until 8 because of travel.
Kind of funny how I already had his practice schedule memorized, consider
