I was so drained after my long shift, all I wanted to do was sleep. My body was aching, and I felt like I was going to nod off any second.
"Order some food, you need to eat. Then why don't you get a bath and an early night?"
My dad peers at me with concern as I yawn, sliding the menu over to look at. I'm kneeling on the kitchen stool whilst Dad glances around, panic setting in on his face.
"Your passport is here, bro."
I look up with surprise to see Nick, my Dad's friend walking into the kitchen. His t-shirt was straining slightly against his toned body, but I avert my eyes and continue to drool over the food instead. Besides, Nick was divorced and way too old for me.
What was I thinking?
I nod with a smile before Dad grins at me.
"Nicks gonna run me to the train station, ill be back in two days."
He kisses my head as I smile, trying not to yawn again.
"I'm going to order some food."
I pick up
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