Downstairs, Drey has set the breakfast table for us. I'm grateful because I'm graceful too lazy to make anything for us yet I know that I need the strength because I basically have had nothing to eat since the day before.
"Good morning." He calls to me.
I sit on a chair that I pull out and shake my head in disapproval, "there's nothing good about this morning, please don't tell me it's a good morning. I don't want to hear that."
He sits beside me, "Anye?"
"What?" I mumble not looking up at him and instead stuffing my face full of trash.
"I don't like how things have been between both of us." He starts and I can already tell where things are going with this morning.
"Why are you talking like we're dating and you're trying to fix a relationship that I've broken?" I joke without any so
