He grabbed his phone and texted back immediately.
Darius
Omw
I watched him walk out carrying someone else's to-go cup. He glanced down at it, noted what it was, and took a sip.
The streamer cut the video after his motorcycle roared to life and he peeled out of the parking lot too fast for anyone to follow.
I bit my lip as tension curled in my stomach.
People were commenting on the video that had just ended, asking where he was going and who had texted him. Someone said they were going to try to catch up to him.
My nerves were making me nauseous, so I started pacing again, and continued until Darius was knocking on my hotel room's door.
I froze at the sound.
Shit.
This was a bad idea.
What was I thinking?
My phone buzzed in my hand.
Darius
You going to open the door?
Me
Undecided
Darius
I brought you a drink
It's an iced chai latte that has someone else's name on it
I kind of stole it, and drank part of it
Me
Kat can send you the bill
Darius
Yeah
I technically have a keycard to your room, I can use it if you want?
Me
Might be good
Darius
I'm going to need a yes