Late Thursday Evening, El Paso, Texas

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime yawned and sat back at his desk, rubbing his eyes tiredly

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[blondecanary]

Dinah's ring tone burbled out from wherever he'd hidden the phone.

Yeah, you better pretend you're not studying, Reyes.

[weldedtomyspine]

That thought occurred to Jaime, too.

So he waited, trying to come up with a good plan.

Sadly, he didn't come up with anything before he ran out of time. He had to answer before she got sent to voicemail.

"Billy Bob's Used Typewriter Emporium," he said as he picked up the phone.

It was only then that he realized that letting it go to voicemail would have been brilliant. Dinah probably would have thought he was having too much fun to answer.

Whoops.

[blondecanary]

"Ah-HA!" Dinah crowed. "Tell me you're not answering the phone in the middle of a party!"

You could probably hear the sound of Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy in the background.

[weldedtomyspine]

"UM," Jaime said, far more loudly than he needed, as if that might hide the fact that there was absolutely no background noise on his end of the line.

"I JUST STEPPED OUT FOR SOME AIR."