The door slammed shut behind them. Inside Kev's apartment, he yanked off his jacket and threw it hard onto the couch, frustration written all over his face.
"Man, fuck!" His voice echoed through the small apartment, sharp and rough with frustration.
He started pacing, running both hands over his head. "We had that damn contract locked in. Everything was lined up, and somehow, we lost it to Renny? The hell kinda nonsense is that? He's still a grade one!"
He stopped, breathing hard. The anger buzzed off him. But when he looked up, Ammy was still standing there... quiet, frozen in thought.
Kev frowned. "Yo, what's wrong with you?" She didn't answer. Just sat down slowly on the armrest, eyes unfocused.
Kev gestured at her. "Nah, don't go silent on me now. You couldn't stand his ass before... swore up and down you ain't like him, and now he saves your ass and you just... quiet? I'm his homie and I'm the one losin' it here!"
