“Do you play?.” I asked Yusuf as I ran my fingers along with the piano keys and pushed a key.
It was the first time I’d been to his room.
His room was large like I expected. What I didn’t expect was how tidy and organized it was. He has a few posters of soccer players up on the wall. There was a tall shelf on the elevated part of the room. It was fully stocked with books.
I didn’t know he read. He didn’t strike me as the type that reads.
He had asked us both to hang out in his room instead since the arrival of Jordan and Ian who were now in the living room.
“Yeah but it’s been a while since I played. Do you play?.” He asked as he walked toward me.
“I used to.” I said as I took a seat on the stool.
“You stopped playing? Why?.” He asked and he sat down next to me.
I shrugged. I did
