“What the f**k are you doing in Las Vegas?”
That is the first thing that comes out of my mouth when I my brother called me early in the morning.
I have just woken up from my sleep, and my dear brother here decided to make my phone ring.
“Can you chill? It’s so early in the morning.”
I roll my eyes as if he’s in front of me. “Exactly, it’s so early in the morning yet here we are. Why did you call, huh?”
I hear my brother sigh over the phone as he pauses for seconds.
“Nothing important, but I saw Vincent with Bryce. I didn’t know they’re friends. Did you?”
“Yes, sort of. His circle of friends turns out to be including Vincent.”
There is one thing about Trudy that I don’t really like. Once Vincent and Bryce are mentioned, his hidden creativity about making stories comes out effortless
