TorrieSix Months Later…
When I get the text from him, I feel a shiver of anticipation.
“Torrieght, at Donatello restaurant.”
The whole week, Gav has been acting weird and won’t tell me what’s up.
The last time I saw him was three days ago. That’s the longest since six months ago, after the Piccolo house showdown and we started seeing each other regularly.
Still, my only response to this eagerly-awaited text is, “Ok.”
I’ll grill him when we’re in person, but I to see him first.
It’s only 1 pm, but it’s not like I have anything to distract me. I stepped down as head of the Piccolos a few months ago, after I’d built up our wind turbine empire against all odds. The position went to one of my cousins: Ricardo – a good man who promised to continue my work.
I’m still trying to figure out
