Which I probably should have done while I was waiting for Chase to message me.
Oh well. Hindsight and all that. He hit Send.
Sounds good was Chase’s reply. Meet in the lobby in ten?
Trevor agreed, then rolled out of bed, slipped on his sneakers, and headed downstairs. Chase was already waiting for him, leaning against the check-in desk, which was empty as usual. His long legs were stretched out in front of him in the perfection of casualness that Trevor had only ever seen in magazines. He had his phone in hand, but his back was straight, not hunched over it like some common plebe. No, he looked like Trevor had just walked in on him glancingat his phone, not reading whatever it was on his screen.
“Hey.” Trevor cleared his throat. “Ready?”