Alexander
I took a slow sip of my whiskey, letting the familiar burn slide down my throat. My expression remained indifferent as I stared at nothing in particular. Someone was talking, but I had long since tuned them out.
A loud smack against the table snapped me back to the present. The impact made the plates rattle, and I lazily lifted my gaze to see Joshua glaring at me, his hand still pressed against the table.
"Let me guess, you zoned me out again," he said.
I took another sip of my drink and hummed. "Correct."
Like I said, sometimes it wasn’t intentional, sometimes my mind simply decided what was worth listening to and what wasn’t. And, as usual, Joshua fell into that category.
He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "You're a lost cause, Alexander. Sometimes I think God
