“Text me the address and I’ll see you there,” Hugo said.
The call ended and a minute later the phone buzzed once more.
“Take the first left after the light on Franklin? What is this?” Hugo was shocked. “This isn’t an address. Can’t plug directions into Maps. The computer charts a course from point A to point B if an address is available. This is archaic. I’m texting an hour after the party starts and claiming I got lost, that’s what I’m going to do. Stay home and binge Stranger Things. Better than navigating while reading directions from my phone.”