Eli said something, but I didn’t hear because Matthew touched my arm. “What’s the matter?”
“He blew a speaker and wants to use mine,” I answered. Then into the phone, I said, “But I’m busy.”
“Who are you talking to?” Eli asked. “Are you with a guy?”
“I’m hanging up.”
“No!” Eli yelled. “Wait.”
Matthew heard him, and the corner of his mouth lifted. “He sounds desperate.”
“I am!” Eli yelled.
“You should help him,” Matthew told me.
I sighed. “Fine. I’ll bring you mine.”
Eli started profusely thanking me, but I talked over him.
“But I’m forty-five minutes out. So you’ll have to make do until I get there.”
“That’s okay. The party won’t really get started until then anyway.”
“You owe me. Where are you?”
He was silent a beat. Then, “Psi Zeta.”
I laughed. “Yeah. You owe me.”
“They pay good!” He defended his shitty choice.
“I’ll be there when I can,” I said, then disconnected the call, set the ring to silent, and shoved it in my pocket.
“Your friend is a DJ?” Matthew asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
The server appeared to give back my card, and I scrawled my signature on the receipt.
Before sliding out of the booth, I turned to him. “Sorry for interrupting our date.”
“It’s okay.”
It really wasn’t, though. Leaning in, I pressed my forehead against his. “I wasn’t done with you yet.”
“Who said you had to be?”
I drew back. “You wanna come with?”
He shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
I considered it. “It’s at Psi Zeta. Those guys can be giant dicks.”
Matthew turned smug. “I’m Elite.”
I laughed. “And nobody messes with Elite?”
“I don’t make the rules.”