Gabriel had expected this moment to occur when they first showed up at the Tomases’ doorstep at three am, almost five, nearly six days ago, and honestly, he had been looking forward to it. It had become almost a ritual for them to get together and talk whenever the Romeros were in town. This time, it was happening in Tomas’s kitchen. Gabriel had come over, looking for a specific drink Luca had asked for and, with the utmost certainty, that the drink was in their pantry.
What Gabriel hadn’t expected was that Rick and Roman were already occupying the kitchen, fresh mugs of coffee in their hand as they yawned into the crook of their elbows, both in what they considered their pyjamas, which were a tight shirt for Rick with some sweatpants and a loose shirt and sweatpants for Roman.
“Gabriel
