As usual, Rowan and Alessandre arrive home together. I bob my head as they get out of their cars, feeling like a criminal about to get cuffed by two hot officers. Rowan has his hands shoved in his pants, and so has Alessandre. They usually have paper boxes that I would bring to their rooms every time they come home, but today they have nothing.
Rowan stands right in front of me, Alessandre is behind him leaning against his car, he says, “Get in my car, we'll be going somewhere in a minute.”
“Okay, sir.”
“Rowan. It will be the last time I'll hear you call me 'sir', all right?” he admonishes.
I clear my throat. I keep forgetting about it. “Yes, Rowan.”
He looks over his shoulder and asks, “You're going with us?”
Alessandre draws his hands out of his pants, crosses his arms over his ch
