"Eighty percent," Jay said.
The words came out flat, but they carried weight.
Michael let out a sharp laugh, leaning back against the couch as he lifted his glass. "Wow. My friend is in love."
Jay rolled his eyes slightly, though the reaction didn't fully land. His grip on the phone in his hand tightened just a little.
"You should ask him too," Michael added, tone lighter but pointed.
Marcus pushed himself up from his seat, stretching briefly before letting out a low laugh. "Look at you both. Talking about love like it's some contract." He shook his head. "I'm the only smart one here. Single and peaceful."
"Motherfuckers," Jay muttered under his breath.
He unlocked his phone, his thumb already moving toward Roman's name. He didn't hesitate this time. If anything, there was a quiet certainty behind the movement now.
Before he could press it—
His phone rang.
Roman.
