Breyson, Is His Name Ch.2
The next morning, I woke up and found Breyson outside, watching the waves. And an hour later, after I showered and got ready, he was still in the same position. He looked sad. So, I went to him.
"Morning." I smiled.
"It's four in the afternoon."
I sucked in a breath. "Yeah, I was tired."
"You're friend came by."
"Oh, my God! What'd he say?"
"He wanted you to drop by at some coffee shop, that he'd wait for you there.
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