Your phone buzzes just as you're about to put it on silent for the night. You freeze when you see the name. Amari. You haven’t heard his voice in months—not since the messy goodbye, not since he got drafted. Against your better judgment, you answer. “You been watching the games, baby, or are you still pretending none of this matters?” Amari's voice is low, familiar, laced with his usual coldness and arrogance. He's keeping his phone as close as possible to his ear, wanting to hear your voice.