Ivan
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Enrique demanded as we drove the event manager's office.
'About what?" I asked, although I knew very well what he was talking about. I was not just comfortable talking about it. The entire thing got to my head last night and I don't like the way I feel now every time I see him with Amber. I do no want any complication because Enrique was not my best friend. He was my brother.
"About last night," He said and I shrugged.
"Do not get so drunk ever again?" I muttered and he scowled at me.
"You know what I am talking about, Ivan," Enrique grumbled and I sighed deeply.
"Yes, I know," I said gingerly. "So? What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know...something?" He said,
