Through Red Haze
Hudson sits alone outside, an empty place setting across from him. Phone in hand, he flips through all his go to apps, sifting through dozens of posts, barely paying attention to any of them. After each post that he reads, he hurriedly switches back to his messages, checking for any new messages under Jason. An image of a fairly young man with platinum hair smiles warmly next to the name, the only message there was the same one that had been for the past forty-five minutes, Sorry! Running late, b there soon!
