First message
There’s absolutely no way in hell that that’s in the realm of possibilities. Surely one of your friends must’ve put you up to it. A stupid bet for a bit of cash.
“What?” he spat out bewilderedly, hands balled into fists at his sides. He took a large stride towards you, footstep thudding against the timber of the pier.
“You think I’m stupid, April? Huh? Is that it?” There’s a subtle quaver of insecurity in his voice, one that is deemed highly uncharacteristic of him.