Before he could even dive deeper into what he was reading, a notification popped up at the top of his screen.
Bzzzt.
A text from Karl.
Karl:Yo Ray, we still on for this weekend or what? Let's talk about that comedy shit. Don't flake on me, dude.
Ray read it with a heavy sigh and fired back a quick reply.
Ray: Aight buddy.
He agreed 'cause it was an old promise from back when Karl helped him move into his apartment. Ray wasn't the type to bail on promises, especially when a friend had his back—'cause he didn't have that many friends to begin with. Could count 'em on one hand.
He was just about to put his phone down when it buzzed again. This time it was a call from Sonya. Ray let out a low grunt, already annoyed. This loud-ass morning still wasn't over.
"Hello?" he answered, sounding bored as hell.
"Ray! Just calling to remind you—we're still going out this Friday, right?!" Sonya's voice was way too hyped on the other end. "Don't you dare forget!"
