After One Night
she said, handing him the money, and he sped off.
She quickly hid behind some cars. Her heart raced as she watched Dione step out, his hands casually tucked in his pockets.
“What are you up to, Dione?” Maya whispered as she looked down at her phone, seeing the missed calls from Jordan and her battery percentage. “Shit, 1 percent,” she cursed. “No service? Fuck me!”