Gideon: Please come over.
I rubbed my eyes with the back of my palm, hardly believing the words on my screen.
Ethan: Why?
Gideon: I want us to have breakfast together.
Ethan: Thanks, but I'd rather prefer having breakfast alone.
Gideon: Don't be a killjoy. Seriously, what could be better than having breakfast with me? You need to come out of your shell.
Ethan: I ate with you yesterday.
Gideon: Let's forget about the past and focus on the future. If I don't see you at my doorstep in the next...two...three minutes, I'm doing something drastic.
Ethan: You can't threaten me.
Gideon: Watch me.
Over the past several weeks, my newfound friendship with Gideon had blossomed from zero to sixty within such short time. He always found excuses to get me to come over to his place and often he
