Connor
"You know," Ken says as he walks in after I open the door, "we might have been friends for nearly a decade, but sometimes it still feels like I don't know you."
"What do you mean?" I say as I collect the bottle of whisky from him.
He gives me a knowing look before walking away.
"You know what I mean. I suggested that we have a small party to celebrate the deal you closed, but you thought your apartment had seen one too many parties already."
"Which," he plops down on a chair, "is unlike you. Then you called me three hours ago, asking if I still wanted to have that party. Why would you change your mind?"
I try to appear calm as I shrug. "Because I changed my mind. Get used to it, Ken. Everyone else will be arriving in thirty minutes to an hour, and it'll be a total of twenty pe
