He crumpled.
Slowly. Dramatically. Like a building being demolished in slow motion. His knees hit the asphalt first, then he tipped sideways, hands clutching his crotch, body curling into the fetal position.
The parking lot was silent.
Then:
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"
The dam broke. Laughter exploded from every direction. Phones zoomed in on Brett's curled-up form. People were actually crying from laughing so hard.
Danton's phone had dropped to his side entirely, screen dark. His golden-boy composure had cracked like cheap porcelain.
Delilah's cruel smile had vanished, replaced by something that looked like she'd swallowed a lemon whole. Probably wondering if she could disown him retroactively.
In her window, Sierra had both hands pressed over her mouth. Her shoulders were shaking. Was she crying or laughing? From this distance, Phei couldn't tell.
Either worked.
He stood over Brett's crumpled form, barely winded, not a hair out of place.
"Had enough?" he asked.
