Jack Harlow - Pickyourphoneup (feat. K. Camp) -

Suddenly, the screen came to life. No text—just a FaceTime request. Jack didn’t hesitate. He slid the green bar, the background noise of the club fading as her face filled the frame, messy hair and tired eyes, looking like the only real thing in a room full of smoke.

Jack grinned, his ego tucking itself away for the night. “Nah,” he whispered. “I’m right on time.” Jack Harlow - PICKYOURPHONEUP (feat. K. Camp)

Across the table, K. Camp was nursing a drink, watching the bubbles rise. He didn’t need to see the screen to know the vibe. “She’s playing the game, Jack,” Camp said, his voice smooth even over the trap beat. “You know how it goes. The minute you stop looking, that’s when it rings.” Suddenly, the screen came to life

“Pick your phone up,” he muttered under his breath, a rhythmic mantra that started to sync with the music. He slid the green bar, the background noise

He’d sent the text twenty minutes ago. “You up?” Simple. Classic. Cruel.

Camp caught the beat, nodding. “The dial tone is the loneliest sound in the city, bro. But don’t let it get to you. If she picks up, she’s yours. If she doesn’t? Well, the night’s still young.”

“You’re late,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips.