Vorian’s POV
“What are you doing, Varek?” I asked, irritation creeping into my voice.
“I was looking for you. Lunch is ready,” he said with a shrug, then hesitated. “I don’t know, man… it’s just been a while since we hung out. Just us.”
The awkwardness between us was thick, but I understood what he wasn’t saying he needed reassurance that our friendship wasn’t fading. “I know,” I admitted, softening. “Maybe we can plan a guys’ night, just do something together.”
Varek nodded, though his silence said we both knew it wasn’t likely anytime soon.
“Look,” I continued, “I haven’t asked you yet… will you be my best man?”
His head snapped up, his expression stunned. “Seriously?”
“Well, yeah. We’ve been friends since we were kids. Who else would I ask?” I meant every word, though this moment
