Jack Harlow - Pickyourphoneup (feat. K. Camp) -

Jack grinned, his ego tucking itself away for the night. “Nah,” he whispered. “I’m right on time.”

“Pick your phone up,” he muttered under his breath, a rhythmic mantra that started to sync with the music. Jack Harlow - PICKYOURPHONEUP (feat. K. Camp)

He’d sent the text twenty minutes ago. “You up?” Simple. Classic. Cruel. Jack grinned, his ego tucking itself away for the night

Camp caught the beat, nodding. “The dial tone is the loneliest sound in the city, bro. But don’t let it get to you. If she picks up, she’s yours. If she doesn’t? Well, the night’s still young.” He’d sent the text twenty minutes ago

Across the table, K. Camp was nursing a drink, watching the bubbles rise. He didn’t need to see the screen to know the vibe. “She’s playing the game, Jack,” Camp said, his voice smooth even over the trap beat. “You know how it goes. The minute you stop looking, that’s when it rings.”