Jian picks up his phone, types something. "There's a place near campus. Northern Chinese food. Private booths. We should celebrate, but quietly. Before the pitch."
They gather the deck, the napkin folded carefully into Jian's pocket. Alex locks the door behind them, and the three of them walk into the October night, equal parts terrified and exhilarated, bound together by a promise written on fast-food paper.
Two days. Forty-eight hours until they find out if the world is ready for what they're building.