“Where the hell are you?” Zac asked as he squinted at André’s background through the screen.
Before heading home, André and Noah had both agreed to visit a café on the way that was famous for their chocolate frappe and sweet desserts — a weakness in André that Noah had just started to discover. But as soon as they arrived, Noah’s plans in getting all mushy with André was soon forgotten when Zac called.
André just shrugged, glancing out into the window as girls passed by. “Belgium, why?”
“You’re in Belgium?”
“Are you deaf?”
Zac laughed. “No, but seriously, what are you doing in Belgium? Aren’t you supposed to be heading somewhere tropical? Last time I checked, Belgium has winter.”
“Yeah, well … ” he trailed and took a huge bite on his cheeseburger, leaning his phone against a small v
