"You're late." Sloane commented dryly as he watched Dylan walk into the booth with an unimpressed look on his face.
"Coming from someone who scheduled this meeting for a week ago, I beg to argue." Dylan scoffed as he took the seat opposite Sloane, legs casually crossed against each other.
"Things came up." Sloane dismissed, there was no way he was going to tell Dylan he had been dealing with a depressive week.
"Whatever." Dylan rolled his eyes, he didn't care about Sloane's vague words. "What you said on the phone the other day, is it true?" He asked sharply.
Sloane was undeterred by his tone. "Clearly you haven't inherited Hunter's knack for patience, learn from him it will do you a whole lot of good." He ignored Dylan's sharp glare to sip his wine. "Wine?"
"I didn't come here to drink." Dylan said coldy.
