The upper-level living room hummed softly beneath the steady breath of the air conditioner, and a muted television flickered in the background. Seated on the sofa, Manson took a sip of coffee before setting the mug onto the table with a soft click, his gaze drifting between Ludacris and Dahyun, both absorbed in their phones.
"I think I'll check up on Jamel; I wonder if Luciano has cooled down."
Ludacris looked up immediately and nodded.
"Good idea; Luciano is hot-headed, and Jamel couldn't play it off yesterday."
"He completely lost himself and forgot Luciano was right there," Dahyun didn't glance away from his screen. "I'm skeptical right now about Jamel not falling for Jay."
Ludacris burst into laughter, instantly sitting upright.
"I've been thinking about it," he leaned forward, "call him then."
