Please, God. Chris leans in and speaks quietly. xxx Much better,” Chris says. Finally, he climbs into the backseat. Fuck! Just then, Chris approaches us and saves me. “Can we please go get something to eat now,” Chris asks. Did he figure it out? I’ll be right out,” I say, hanging up the phone. Good. “Ben Smith,” he replies. I’m nervous as hell and assume Ben is, too, by the way he’s constantly fidgeting around and looking around my vehicle. There’s a little fun Blake fact for you.”
“Oh. That’s not asking for too much, is it? You seem like a chill dude. Seconds later, another notification appears on top of that one. I nod. I give the horn a couple of honks. – BLAKE ABEL FOSTER –
I press the end button on my phone and plug the AUX cable back into my phone and quickly
