Trent POV
“I know I would find you here." He said and reclined beside me on the leather sofa.
I am lost in thoughts of what I witnessed last night. If life were easy, everything would be fine; I wouldn't be lying on a sofa in a bar. But things are getting complicated, and I don't know how to deal with them.
"What are you doing here? Your parents are so concerned about you." Theo worriedly told me.
"I am an adult. They have to get used to it." I grunted.
A part of my body is numb, and I have a headache which I pray wouldn't be a migraine. I rather it stays at the level of hangover pain because I can't have a migraine today.
"How many did you take?" He jerks his head at the bottles on the table, and I laugh for no reason.
There was no remedy in this bar fit to cure my helpless mind.
