Seventeen

Donovan sat before his laptop at home, looking over the designs for the new project that the graphic designer had sent to him. Even so, he couldn't concentrate deeply on his work. Throughout the day at the office, he was expecting her to come back.

He fired her, but she didn't try to beg or explain herself.

How rude and proud. He had said to himself when he thought of it. When he went to Amira’s table, he saw that Jasmine had dropped all of her information, and this made him scoff painfully.

He couldn't make it through to the reason he was pained. Donovan left work early because he was tired of the anticipation, he was anticipating nothing in particular. At that moment, the door opened and Andre walked in.

He was fully suited, unlike the casual t-shirts and jeans that he always wore. Donovan raised his head and noticed his outfit, and he raised his brows, wondering what the occasion was about.

“Why? Did you go on a date?” Donovan asked before looking away.

Andre sat on the bed a