30“7 Years” – Lukas Graham
When Luke first walked in the door after whatever meal he'd just had with Vanessa, some sort of lunch he guessed, he realized he should have stayed out.
“Either you can call, or I can call.”
“I'm not f*****g twelve years old, Joe,” his mother spat. Luke hung back by the door, really hoping they wouldn't notice him.
“Well, if you were twelve, I'd only be eight. That's a problem, Mel. So do it.”
“Are you going to stand here and watch me the whole time?”
“Yes, yes I am.”
Luke heard his mother give a resigned sigh, and he carefully started towards the stairs.
“Hey, it's Mel, I need to talk to whatever manager's on today.” Luke stopped during the silence, and moved again when she spoke. “Hey, yeah, I have to put in my notice to-”
“No notice. You're quitting,”
