Mid-Afternoon“OH, MAN, NOT AGAIN!” Sebastian threw his controller away and pouted.
“Sure you don’t want to try again?” I wiggled my brow at him and smirked.
“Nah, man, you’re like the god of FIFA.” He crossed his arms over his chest and pushed his bottom lip out.
When he pouted like this, and it always happened when he couldn’t beat me at some game, he reminded me of the kid who always followed me around in high school. He wasn’t a kid anymore, though. Sebastian was a third year student at the Polytechnics University, following in my footsteps.
He’d moved to Bucharest at the beginning of my fourth year, and I’d bribed one of my roommates to switch with him. After I finished Uni and got my first full-time job, I’d rented a two-bedroom apartment and taken him with me.
Almost two years l
