Page 19 of What are the Risks
“I have an appointment that side of town anyway.”
After chugging my coffee and devouring some breakfast, we hit the road. There was barely any traffic this early on a Saturday, which I was grateful for. Nothing worse than rushing through security and running to your airport gate.
Even though the sun was shining, it brought no warmth with it. Knowing it would be just as cool in Philadelphia, I’d dressed in an oversized knit set, a thick trench coat, and an orange beanie. It kind of appeared as though I was wearing pyjamas, but I was too toasty to care.
Just as Bri merged onto the freeway, Noah finally returned my call. Bri politely turned the radio down as I picked up.
“Morning, babe,” Noah mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
He was still in bed, his hair a rare mess as he rested against his pillow.
“Hey. Good night?”
He yawned. “Was okay. Feeling pretty shit now though.”
“Get up and shower. You’ll feel better.”
He rolled onto his side, taking his phone with him. “What are you doing?”
“I’m on my way to the airport. Bri’s driving me.”
When we pulled up to a red light, I shifted the camera so that he could see her.
Bri lifted her hand in a wave. “Hey, Noah.”
Noah ignored her, frowning instead. “Why are you going to the airport?”
“To see Ryker.”
“Since when?”
“It was a last minute thing. I told you–”
“No, you didn’t.”
I hesitated, quickly thinking back. Hadn’t I?
Noah’s gaze drifted away as his attention caught on something beyond the screen. He squinted when his bedroom light was turned on, before angling his phone as he spoke to someone in the background. Probably his roommate.
Beside me, Bri elbowed my forearm while discreetly muttering something under her breath.
“What?” I subtly whispered back.
“Screenshot that,” she mumbled.
“Huh?”
A horn tooted, startling Bri and me. The light had gone green. Bri ignored both that and the car behind us, while pointedly gesturing to my phone.
With a roll of my eyes, I took a screenshot, even though I had no clue why. Satisfied, she finally accelerated through the intersection, purposely avoiding the guy beside her hurling abuse through his window as he sped past.
Once the light switched off, Noah returned his attention to me. “You have a spare weekend and you’re flying to Philadelphia?”
“I didn’t have a spare weekend, I worked yesterday,” I reminded him. “I’m only going because it’s Ryker’s Senior Night and his family had to pull out last minute.”
Senior Night was a chance for teams to honour players finishing their final season. There was a pre-game ceremony, where each senior and their family received a framed jersey and mementos from their time at college.
I’d been at Ryker’s Senior Night in high school, and it felt fitting being at this one too.
