Hartley groaned as his text tone went off and slowly typed out a response.
ya.
Cisco sighed at the short text and gathered the food and drink before shutting the door with his foot and hitting the lock button on his keys. He walked up to the door and looked from the door handle to his full arms and back to the door several times before rearranging things so he had a free hand. He opened the door and called out to the man. “Hartley? Hartley, where are you?”
