After a few minutes, his phone buzzed again. This time a short voice message from Big D. Sid clicked play, and the deep, booming voice of his friend filled the room.
"Yo, Sid! Don't you dare ghost me later. I already picked a place, bro. You're not backing out. And before you start whining about money, remember— you promised. So bring your wallet, celebrity boy."
"This guy… like I don't know he's gonna order half the damn kitchen again."
He typed out a quick reply.
Sid: "Relax, man. I'll be there. Just don't get us kicked out like last time."
He closed the editing program after that, forcing himself not to spend too long staring at screens. His legs stretched out under the desk, and he focused on his breathing. He had to keep his adrenaline steady. Tonight was about precision, not hype.
"Calm now… Save the fire for the climb."
