My phone buzzes with a text. It’s Brad.
BRAD: Dude, what are you doing?
ME: Working.
BRAD: We aren’t on shift.
ME: I know, I’m covering for Stevens.
BRAD: Why?
ME: Something to do.
BRAD: You could have come watch the game with me.
ME: I’m watching the game right now.
BRAD: Yeah, with C-Shift.
ME: True.
BRAD: Not sure if I should tell you this.
ME: Which automatically means you should.
BRAD: Kat is taking Sadie out for drinks tonight.
ME: Good for them.
BRAD: They Uber’d there, I’m picking them up later.
ME: Good for them. And for you.
My phone rings. Also Brad.
“Yeah,” I answer, getting up and leaving the lounge area so I don’t disrupt the guys watching the game.
“You okay?”
“Fine. Quit being such a chick.”
“Quit being so sexist. I’m a delicate flower,” Brad says. I laugh. Then sigh.
“Fucking Sadie. She’s got me in knots, man.”
“Is that a new position? Do I need to try it?”
“No, fuckwad. She wants nothing to do with me.”
“Yeah, I kinda got that impression.”
“She says she needs to date around to see what she likes.”
“That sucks.”
“I don’t even think it was her idea, I think her mom put her up to it.”
“Even worse,” he says.