39. The Tip of the Thread
.Emmanuel
We arrived at the restaurant and that i***t Dax only ordered a coffee. He bragged that he slept with a girl last night and that, before she left, she made him breakfast. That caught my attention because my friend isn't the type to bring his hookups home, especially after what happened with the girl who drugged him.
Angelo comes running not long after us.
"I came as soon as I could. Have you ordered yet?" I nod, and he picks up the menu to order something. "So, what's the urgency?" I see he has some dark circles, so he surely didn't sleep much last night.
"It seems the French girl didn't let you sleep much." My voice comes out sarcastically, but for the first time, he doesn't find my joke funny.
"I didn't sleep with Vana; it didn't seem fair". His d
