Fedora flashed his mom one slick, sideways gaze. Seeing how deeply invested the woman was in her own boring preaching, he seized the golden opportunity.
With a practiced fluidness, he stylishly snatched up his phone, flicking the screen to life in that same seamless motion.
Floating on the glowing display was a notification from Miguel's text space. Fedora knew it was him instantly. While still feigning a devout attentiveness,to his mom with nodding rhythmically and peppering the air with "Amens" to points he couldn't have repeated if his life depended on it, he clicked the inbox and there it was: a wild, bold, and unmistakably Miguel-coded message.
[So you've accepted to let me fill you in with my Dubai chocolate?]
Fedora's nose scrunched in a harmless distaste that nearly bubbled over into a sharp peal of laughter. He suppressed it with a heavy huff.
