Evan
I didn’t knock. I slammed my fist against the door like it owed me something.
Again and again.
The door yanked open and there was Enzo, barefoot, shirt half-buttoned, beer in his hand like he was in the middle of a peaceful night I had no intention of respecting.
“What’s up, man?” he said, casually.
I pushed past him without answering.
Went straight for the counter. Found the wine on the counter, I Didn’t even care what kind. I just grabbed a glass. Popped the cork like it was an enemy and drank it all the way down.
Enzo shut the door slowly behind me.
He watched me take another pull straight from the bottle.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“I messed up man” I breathed out.
The words felt too small for the weight sitting on my chest. I should’ve
