As Dami rode the taxi back to her university, she decided to call Matthew. She dialled his number and waited, hoping he would pick up. After the last time they met, Matthew promised he wouldn't dodge her calls as long as she didn't pester him. Fortunately, he answered after a few rings.
"Hello, Washington," Matthew's voice came through the phone, smooth and teasing. "Missing me already? I knew I was irresistible."
Dami rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the seriousness of the situation. "Bruce, I don't have time for this right now. I need your help."
"Alright, alright," he replied, his tone becoming more serious. "What's going on?"
