I freeze. The red button is an atom away from my fingertips, but I don't press it. Giving Noah the benefit of the doubt, I head for the wide windows to my right, looking outside the looming buildings surrounding my restaurant quarters.
"You have two seconds to give me a good reason why you've been prank-calling me for the past two weeks, or I'm cutting this call and calling the police on you."
"Thanks for not cutting the call Lei—"
"One," I feign a count.
The last thing I want to do on such a tense day is talk to my ex, who, thankfully, I never think about—at all. Isn't it kind of perplexing how they all suddenly want to talk to you when you've just moved on? As expected, Noah panics at my antics and begins rumbling like I want him to.
"Wait, I just wanted to ask how well you know that Calvin guy. The one who married your sister?"
"He's my husband's brother idiot. I know him."
