𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

09.

(GHOST IN THE MACHINE— SZA & PHOEBE BRIDGERS)

❝YOU KNOW I HATE SURPRISES!❞

MAJORITY of Delina's day was spent in uni. The girl was extremely tired, her usual dose of coffee not being included in today's routine due to her being in such a rush.

She was relieved when the time read three, as her lecture was finally over. However her day wasn't finished. She had promised to meet Mason for lunch. Something they'd do every other week. Their tradition.

They'd switch it up every other week. Taking it in turns to drive down to each other for lunch. This time it was Delina's turn to drive down to him and she was kicking herself at the thought of being surrounded in all of that afternoon traffic.

Nevertheless she got in her car and started her journey to Chelsea. Her road rage taking over as she drove. In her eyes, no one was driving properly and they were all idiots.

Her phone began to ring as she neared her destination. It was mason calling.

"Hello?" She shouted as she eyed the road. Ready to cuss out the driver in front of her for acting like an actual idiot on the road.

"Dels! You nearly here?" The Chelsea player asked

"Yeah nearly, if this fucking idiot moves his bloodclart CAR!" She yelled. Her Jamaican roots blessed upon her by her mother, would slip out of her whenever she was angry.

"Chill bro, it's four in the afternoon. No need for such language." Mason teased knowing it would antagonise his life long friend.

"Shut up and get off my phone." She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"See you in a bit." She could practically see him smiling on the other end of the phone.

"Bye." She replied clicking 'end call' on her phone.

About twenty minutes later she arrived at the restaurant her and Mason had agreed on. He greeted her by standing and kissing her cheek, a big hug given by him.

"Hello." He had a big goofy smile plastered to his face.

"Hey you." She laughed

"So, I have a surprise for you." He clasped his hands together, eyeing her.

"Mase please, let me get a glass of wine first. You know I hate surprises!" Delina let out a deep breath.

Mason chuckled at his best friend's dramatic tendencies.

A waitress walked by just at the right time, allowing Delina to order the glass of wine. Thankfully for her it arrived quickly.

"Okay proceed." She took a sip of the Pinot Grigio wine she held in her hand.

He didn't say anything, just took out a piece of paper from his back pocket, sliding it across the table. He shuffled, leaning back into his chair. Eyeing her from across the table. Hand on his chin.