Rocky de Leon
The FDP’s phone rang at 6:02am.
“D…Daisy?”
“Saw the match with Paxton. You dead?”
“No. But you will be if you ever call me at 6am again.”
“K. Oh, hey, word on the street is Luisa is baking cinnamon buns. I can smell them cooling.”
“Fuck. Off. Wait. No. Steal me one and bring it over at 9.”
“K.”