Martins

Martins true to his words came home by 5:45pm with a bucket of chocolate ice cream.

I was surprised cuz I even forgot about it.... completely because of excessive training with Diego.

"Sorry, I wanted to get you strawberry but they were all out", he said handing me the ice cream.

"Are you kidding me? this is my favorite. Thanks", I said.

Diego then came downstairs and met us in the living room.

He still had that cold look he had on his face since morning.

"Where you heading?", Martins asked.

"No where serious, just out of town. Might come back tonight, might not," he said.

Martins nodded and gave him a fist bump before he walked out of the house.

"Why is he always like that? this cold?", I asked.

Martins shrugged.

"That's Diego for you, if he isn't like that then it's weird", he replied.

"How long has he been like this... this cold?", I asked.

"Uhm, well... he's been like this since we were kids, he's always cold towards everyone, especially after his dad died and uhm, then it changed