“Hiro, where did you take your damn car? It seems like you went to the sss forest.” Kell appealed his eighth complaint while trying to brush off the mud on a wheel of Hiro’s truck.
“When will you realize that I am not concerned to any of your concerns right now?”
Even though Hiro’s answer was bitter, the calmness remained evidently on his tone and actions. He stands still- his both hands in his pockets and head held high, while keeping an eye on his stubborn brother.
I sipped from my coffee with my shoulder leaning on the door jamb of Kell’s house and still trying to keep my smile to myself. Watching the great Ezikell Rivera washing the thick mud off of his brother’s ride is breathtakingly electrifyingly entertaining. Even Blue who is sitting beside me is enjoying the vie
