Pete
It was a rainy Tuesday morning and I glared out of the window at the clouds that dripped silver drops all over the world outside. Stupid rain. I hated walking in the rain but I’d have to in order to get to class in a little while.
“Pete,” Archie called with a happy smile on his face as he came into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee from the pot I’d made. “How are you, brother?”
“I’m good, Archie. What has you so happy this morning?” I asked and sipped at my own cup of coffee. Milk, no sugar, thank you.
Archie added a single spoon of sugar and then a little milk before he turned to me, his smile even broader now.
“I’ve got Tessa on the line and I’m going to reel her in when I get to class, later.” That grin oozed cocky certainty. I could reproduce it if I wanted to, but it wasn
