Vincenzo's POV
Sprawled on the chair in my study, I sifted through the files when the door swung open, and in walked Colton.
"Hey buddy," he greeted, taking a seat in front of me.
"Glad to see you here," he says, his fingers tugging on the collar of his shirt, arranging them.
Confusion flickered across my face as I narrowed my gaze. "How?" I questioned, my voice laced with curiosity.
"Because it's been tough catching up with you lately. You're always in your own head, dealing with stuff you won't even share with your best buddy," he complained, gesturing emphatically with his hands to emphasize each word.
Tossing his hands up in the air as if I had committed the gravest sin, I couldn't help but chuckle, trying to stifle my laughter. Colton is like a brother from another
