Ifeanyi pressed on the doorbell and stepped back, he waited with bated breath as the footsteps got closer to the door. It swung open, revealing Teslim in nothing but brown khaki shorts, his chest bare.
“Hey,” he greeted and dipped his hands in his trousers pockets. Teslim had been nothing but cold and distant towards him the past few months, only talking to him on matters regarding their business and even then he ended their conversations abruptly.
His friend folded his arms on his chest and regarded him with a scrutinizing look. He stared at him for some minutes, none of them breaking the stare before he sighed and motioned for him to come in. He stepped into his friend’s living room and smiled sadly, he’d missed coming here now it seemed like a foreign space to him.
Teslim walked to
