Craig’s phone rang in his passenger seat. Reaching forward, he tapped the display screen to accept the call.
“Sup Derek?” Craig answered, “I thought you were doing that volunteer thing downtown today?”
“Brooooo,” Derek holler through the phone, “I am so, so sorry. I had no idea!”
“No idea about what exactly?” Craig asked, completely clueless as to what Derek was referring to.
“I was headed to the volunteer event at the stadium, and then I realized I forgot my command T-shirt at the house this morning and had to come get it,” Derek explained frantically over the phone, “I walk in the house and your girl is in the kitchen wearing nothing but a smile and an apron around her waist.”
“She what now?” Craig asked, desperately holding back laughter at the mental image he had in his mind of that moment.
Faintly, Craig could hear Sofia’s voice in the background, “You fucking asshole! It was supposed to be a sexy surprise for him! You ruined everything!”
“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY I’M SORRY?” Derek yelled over the phone, voice tinged with frustration, “Damn it woman! How in the hell was I supposed to know you were going to be dress like that when I opened the door.”