“I admit, I’m a bit shocked that you called.” Trevor pulls out my seat.
“Why?”
“Why?” He raises an eyebrow, taking a seat of his own, “We haven’t exactly been on the best terms, I thought I would have to chase you around.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I’ve been really busy.”
We sat inside of McDonalds, I being the one who chose the meeting place. I was tired of all the stuffy restaurants and the fancy food and the heels.
I wore Gucci sneakers with navy blue ripped jeans and a plain T-shirt. Trevor however had on his suit as if he lived in it. I didn’t comment though.
We had already placed our orders, and I was glad that he didn’t complain about the food choices. I supposed he was just happy that I called.
“So . . . what’s going on?” I ask him as he sits across from me. I wouldn’t s
