Drunk episode

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Jamal's flustered face was quite a sight. His mouth was left hanging for the next seconds that followed his irrational, drunk confession. It was the alcohol. Fuck, it was the shitty alcohol. He would never have blurted it out if he wasn't so damned wasted.

"Dude." Zach nudged him. "Tell me. When did you fall in love and with whom?"

Saying he was 'shocked' was an understatement. He hadn't seen it coming at all. Sure, he suspected something deep was hurting Jamal. But he never thought it had to do with matters of the heart.

Jamal never gave off a vibe that he was going to fall in love soon. He's never been the least interested in romantic stuff. He's been accused on many occasions of being cold and aloof. So this was new. So fucking new.

"Forget I said that," Jamal muttered, slumping on the couch with a sharp exhale. What had he done?

"No way, dude. I'll never forget it. I heard you, loud and clear. You fell in love, my goodness. I can't even imagine it." Zach chuckl