February 2017
25 years old Alan
It’s Friday.
It’s been exactly a day since Alan had lunch with Dominic. Alan had been expecting awkwardness the night before but instead felt no such thing, instead he felt free and light, he laughed at all of Ryker’s joke and smiled a lot at Mitchell and Dominic.
It’s five fifteen and after checking the weather app he had on his phone, he pulls on a yellow cardigan that was so big, it covered his fingers. He then pulled on a pair of dark jeans, slashed at the knees, he brushed his hair and with a nod to his reflection, he left the room. He made his way downstairs, briefly stopping by little Ryker’s room to check up on the little boy before he made to the kitchen.
A few minute later Alan mixed a batch of chocolate chip pancake and was carefully pouring
