(Bill)
Mom had texted to remind me about dinner at her place tonight.
I sigh, pocketing my phone as I head to sit down.
Lance and Adrian are in the living room, laughing about something.
Lance furrows his eyebrows. "Look, man. It's just a picture, it's not a death sentence," Lance says.
I shrug into the couch.
"Yes, Bill. Lance's right. Besides, they've been friends and he can't stay away just because you want him to," Adrian chimes in.
I sigh, knowing they're right but then the look on Clarence's face whenever he talks about Tiffany is stuck in my head.
"He likes Tiffany, this isn't about overthinking things. I know he does," I counter.
"Uhmm, you can't blame him, have you seen your wife— uhmm, your ex-wife." Adrian says, I know he wants to tease me.
I roll my eyes at him and he
