Nael
When I come back downstairs, Jordan is still waiting for me.
„Você quer me dizer porque a sua namorada acabou de sair, e alguém arrastou o jovem que ficou do lado de fora subindo as escadas?“ (Do you want to tell me why your girlfriend just stormed out, and someone dragged the young guy who stood outside just now up the stairs?) he asks, getting up.
„Yup. But it’s a long story, so you better sit down again.“, I give him a tired smile and point back at the couch.
When I finish telling him everything, Jordan just sits there staring at me.
„F**K.“, he breathes.
„Mmmh, I’m actually OK with it. Could be worse.“, I shrug.
Jordan gapes at me.
„How can this be any worse?! The girl you wanted to mark and mate told you off. You are no longer in a relationship, and you got yourself stuc
