"Evan?"
"Hey," I said, taking another drag. "Mendy. How are you?"
"I'm good," she replied, though her voice came out uneven, slightly breathless. "I'm actually with Kayla right now. There's this app she's been talking about…"
"Oh, not you too," I muttered, exhaling smoke with a small shake of my head. "I have a theory, Mendy. Kayla is secretly the creator of that app, and she's just using all of you as free marketing."
She laughed lightly, a soft, airy sound despite her breathing. "Hey, it works… but it's kinda tiring."
"Yeah, I bet," I said, leaning my shoulder against the glass and looking outside again. "You sound busy, though. I can call you later if you want."
"No, no," she said quickly. "I've got my earbuds in. I can talk."
In the background, Kayla's voice drifted through faintly.
"Move your right leg up. Yeah, like that. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four."
I couldn't help but smile.
