Luke had texted him that night, a simple:
sorry man but it cant be tomorrow
but is sunday ok?
you don’t open up the stall on sundays right?
“Hi Luke” Yuri had typed after re-reading the messages a couple of times, scratching Rapede with his bare foot. “Yeah, sunday is ok with me. See you then.”
“Was that a mistake?” Yuri asked Rapede finally, flipping his phone closed. The old dog grumbled and bit, unforgiving of Yuri’s mistakes, as usual.
Then it was most probably a mistake.