Drake’s POV
“Sup, dude?!” Flynn greeted as soon as I entered the hub.
“Based on your look… your wife hadn’t talk to you just yet. Am I right?” Tyrone uttered as he is now sitting by the single sofa at the living area.
I sigh as I walked towards the living and aim for the couch. Letting myself sit heavily.
“You do really look troubled, bro” Keith commented, which I didn’t noticed. He’s in front of the computer, playing DOTA again. Headset was still intact at his ears.
“I don’t know, I was doing every ways I know just to have a better conversation with her, but damnit! I don’t know that this could turn out to be be this hard!” I hissed as I hold my head with my hands and lean my elbows at my knees, looking down by the ground.
“That svcks, dude. R.I.P”
I glared Vaughn with a dea
