"Sup baby face, oh you a bit tired still. Haven't had your milk."
Aaron walked in putting a cup on the table.
"Come on get ready we gotta meet them."
Alan checked his phone.
"Not for like another hour dude whats your deal?"
Aaron plopped down and started the TV.
"Get any good porn on this thing?"
Alan ignored him, and Jack laughed.
Alan checked his phone again. One message from Imogen, last night. Fuck how did he miss it. "Hope your having fun with everyone! Excited to see you tomorrow!"
He shut his phone quick.
"So dude whats with that
Imogen Howe
chick. She's like pretty hot."
Alan turned away, and Jack just shook his head.
"Her friend too, man, this city has changed. What do people even watch on TV anymore."
They heard a jangle of keys for some reason stirring anxiety reserved for a different time of their lives.
"Oh uh, hey uh Alan's mom." Jack said.
"Oh how nice, you boys hungry, you want some coffee."
"Coffee yes, food no, we meeting some friends for breakfast."
"Oh how, nice that should be fun."
She wanted to ask if it was Imogen, then she looked at Alan's face, his eyes said don't say a word.
