Damian Grant's phone buzzed on the kitchen counter Saturday afternoon while he was sketching in the weak sunlight that slanted through the blinds. Unknown number. He almost ignored it, Zayn was supposed to text him later about meeting up, but something made him swipe to answer.
"Hello?"
"Damian? It's Alex. Zayn's best friend." The voice was calm, almost friendly. "Look, I'd really like to speak with you. In person. You free today?"
Damian frowned, heart giving a small, instinctive kick. Alex had never called him before. Never even spoken more than two words to him.
"Yeah… sure. Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," Alex said smoothly. "Just want to talk. How about the old oak path behind Riverside Park? Say, three o'clock?"
