TLuke stared at Kevin's hand, unmoving.
The faint hum of the arcade's neon sign outside filled the silence, a shrill insect buzz that made the moment feel even heavier.
His instincts screamed at him not to trust this man. Kevin knew too much, had followed him for too long, and was far too casual about dragging him into a deathmatch against one of the most notorious criminal organizations in the country.
But the alternative? Sitting still while a "Dragon Fang" tracked him down like prey?
That wasn't an option either.
Finally, Luke exhaled slowly and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Instead of shaking Kevin's hand, he held out the glowing screen.
"Give me your number," Luke said flatly.
Kevin's eyebrow arched, but a smile tugged at his lips. He typed his number in quickly, handed the phone back, then tilted his head expectantly.
Luke typed his own number into Kevin's phone before tossing it onto the seat between them.
