•60•Pyromaniac

Adam entered the Bar where he and his friends loved to come to discuss stuff over alcohol. Most of the time it was quiet, but occasionally there was a band playing some music. Today was one of the latter days. A band of four people were on the makeshift stage playing some jazz music.

It was just his luck that they were playing his father's favourite song. Adam grimaced. It was these little things that made him miss his father so much.

He spotted Raul and Ethan at their usual table and went to join them. “Yo, guys.” He said, fist bumping with each one of them before slumping into one of the free two chairs available.

“Where's Alfredo?” He asked, frowning.

“Sorry dude,” Ethan shook his head regretfully. “I don't think he's coming.”

“He's still angry with me.” Adam said in exasperation.

“More like pissed off.” Raul corrected. “He never received the proper apology he wanted, forgotten?”

Adam had to groan. Among all the people he'd reconnected with a month ago, Alfredo was the only one who