I am currently sitting in a high stool bar, calmly eating the tuna sandwich and omelet while Ace keeps glaring at me.
"What?" I innocently asked while chewing the food in my mouth.
"We still haven't talked about what you did last night," he shot his brow up. He is on the other side of the counter, wearing sweatpants and nothing on his top.
We are in his condo. When I woke up, I was already in the comfort of his bed. He is not beside me so I got up. I went out of his room and saw him cooking our breakfast. And now, we're here. He didn't touch his food and continuously staring at me.
"What about last night...?" I took a big bite of the tuna sandwich.
"Why did you get drunk last night?" I took another bite of the sandwich even I haven't done chewing. He furrowed his forehead when he saw
