"Yolo, I need to meet you"
I called him, the next day. Anita and Ethan were making preparations to go to work. Our pottery house was still there and had been closed for a while since Anita's recovery. Now that she was much better and could walk with a walking stick alright, they both decided to get back on track.
"I'll join you guys. Get going"
"Be safe ok", Anita gave me a pat on the head while Ethan resumed walking without giving me another glance.
He somehow gathered my state of mind when I returned last night, all troubled and half dead.
He had been watching TV, and though he hadn't tried to prude in a lot, I had ended up, blabbering everything that happened.
Drinking was not my thing so when you do stuff that isn't up your forte, you f**k up; basic nature law.
His eyes searche
