He went upstairs to his room to see Triffany on the couch going through her notes. “Hey.” He called out as he put his hand into his pocket.
Triffany lifts her eyes to meet his gaze. “My name is Triffany.”
Carlos scoffed. “Come downstairs.”
“Why should I?”
“My friends want to have an audience with you.”
“I’m busy.” Triffany looked down at her notes again. Carlos face darkened, no one dares ignore him. He walked close to her and took notes from her. “Give it back to me.” Triffany got up from the couch and stretched out her hands in anger.
“Come with me.” His eyes were cold and his brows were knitted.
“Deal with your friends, I’m going through this right now and it’s Important.” She pointed at her note that he was still holding. Carlos dropped the book and grabbed her hands. “Le
