“I thought I lived here,” he raised his eyebrows.
“You thought it wrong. Amina lives here.”
“But it’s not fair.”
“And you work with her, so I think this is f*****g fair, you’d better shut your mouth.”
“Okay,” I lift my hands to ask for time before they would jump down each other’s throats. “I’ve had a hard day and I still want to think a few things through, so—"
“Think through? You don’t want to take back what you’ve said, right?” Dylan mumbles with a frown.
“No, not at all. I just wanted to—"
“She wants to be alone and have some rest, you Neanderthal,” Liam comes to my rescue, and I finally laugh out loud.
“Thanks. Something like that.”
“All right, party poopers,” Dylan looks towards the ceiling, then takes a deep breath and starts to leave. “See you tomorrow,” he winks at me, hi
