TWO WEEKS LATER.
BENJAMIN’S POV.
“Hey man.” I slumped tiredly on the chair as he glared at me. Gosh! I was damn tired from those strenuous activities last night, winks, you know what I mean.
“And What are you doing here Ben, aren’t you supposed to be at your company, working?” He asked, and I frowned.
“Is hat how you welcome a friend you haven’t seen in, what, a week or weeks?” He rolled his eyes and looked at me unenthusiastic.
“I’ll ask again, what are you doing here, Ben?”
“I came to see you, Xavi.” I smirked as his dimmed.
“Call me that one more time and I swear you’ll be leaving here toothless.” He snapped. I still don’t know why he hates the nickname.
I cleaned my throat and abandoned that topic because I would rather not leave here toothless and asked. “So what’s up?”
