Chapter 37
Lonely Boy, Doesn't Stay Lonely
Holding his head with both of his hands, he grunts and suffers through the painful pang going on his head. Now he's regretting his life's choice.
"I'd be grateful to hear a friendly thank you from you." She sardonically told him as she served him a hot cup of coffee. She placed it under his chin and the moving clouds from it's heat goes misting his face. It either helped him calm or helped him feel more heated of steaming irritation over himself.
"Thanks." He simply and effortlessly uttered, closing his eyes from the hangover he's going through. Grunting from the heaviness of his head, he wishes for someone to help him pull it up or carry it for him.
"You are welcome." She then smiled at him and pats his head like a dog. "Why don't you eat yo
