Suddenly, the screen came to life. No text—just a FaceTime request. Jack didn’t hesitate. He slid the green bar, the background noise of the club fading as her face filled the frame, messy hair and tired eyes, looking like the only real thing in a room full of smoke.
“You’re late,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. Jack Harlow - PICKYOURPHONEUP (feat. K. Camp)
He’d sent the text twenty minutes ago. “You up?” Simple. Classic. Cruel. Suddenly, the screen came to life
Camp caught the beat, nodding. “The dial tone is the loneliest sound in the city, bro. But don’t let it get to you. If she picks up, she’s yours. If she doesn’t? Well, the night’s still young.” He slid the green bar, the background noise
“Pick your phone up,” he muttered under his breath, a rhythmic mantra that started to sync with the music.