02-28-2018, 08:28 PM
"Sounds good. I'll text you" Abby replied quickly, finishing the last of the chili-cheese fries. She hoisted herself up from the bench, readjusted her athletic pants which had rode down her waist, and then waddled off to the far side of the court to oversee the drills.
Later that day Justin's phone buzzed with a message. "I'm at 41 Watercress Terrace, apartment 4b. Come after 7pm and bring whatever you need."
Later that day Justin's phone buzzed with a message. "I'm at 41 Watercress Terrace, apartment 4b. Come after 7pm and bring whatever you need."