The Best Friend's Contract

Within seconds, we are already on the road, the car ride almost deadly silent if not for the song being played in her car by connecting it with my Spotify account. At times, we would always sing along or act completely foolish but for some reason, we're both left in our own thoughts.

"Where are we getting breakfast?" I ask before realisation hits me, "Wait-no, let me guess. Café Lalo?"

Her lips curve up into a grin, "Look at that. We have a winner!"

I glance down at my phone to find Dimitri calling me, a picture of him rolling his eyes with his tongue out being set as his profile picture whenever he calls-causing me to pick up the call.

"Hello, hello," His voice is being heard from the other line. "D-Eazy is on the line. Where are you? What are you doing? Is Kenna with you?" He starts to ask, leaving me breathe out and try my best to deal with his behaviour.

"I'm on my way to Café Lalo and I'm in the car with Kenna," I respond.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Okay, I'll meet you guys there." Just like that, he ends up the call which causes me to blink a few times at the sudden call before earning myself a slam.

"He's meeting us there?" Kenna asks, after taking a right turn; pressing harder onto the gas pedal.

"Apparently," I mutter under my breath.

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We have arrived at Café Lalo to a view of people in their office attire, queuing and some eating in. My eyes wander around the café after stepping out of the car with Kenna standing beside me, "Let's head in." She says.

The aromatic smell of coffee and pastries are somehow causing my senses to light up, immediately making me look for a spot for us to sit down and eat. It doesn't help much with the amount of people in here as they talk, chat and simply just making worth of their time.

A group of women manage to glance at my direction, smiling as they see me standing in the middle of the café. They manage to utter whispers as they glance, causing me to smile back-not wanting to appear as rude.

All of a sudden, Kenna starts to reappear beside me, "There's a spot for us to sit." She points down at a table near the windows.

"Lead the way," I gesture with my right hand due to the limited movements of my left.

Just as I'm about to follow her, she stops to raise her left hand-tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear, a few times as I confusingly stare back at her. Then, I begin to realise that she's currently showing off the wedding band while mine is fully on display, due to my arm's position.

The group of women starts to clear their throats before looking away, still sparing short glances at my direction. "At least he's not gay," One of them say, lowly.

"I don't know which one is better? Married or gay?" The left one replies with a sigh, trying to make sure that she isn't heard but unfortunately, my ears can't help but to eavesdrop.

We walk away from them and straight towards our table.

"I've got to start locking you up in the basement if everywhere we go is being filled with horny women who won't stop staring at you like you're a walking penis," Kenna says, awakening me from my thoughts.

I let out a breathy laugh, "Are you ... jealous?"

She scoffs, slamming her hands

onto the table "Who? Me? Jealous of what? Jealous of the women who won't stop staring at you even though they can see a ring on your finger She glares at the group of women who has turned to look away, seconds before I can turn to follow Kenna's gaze. "Nopno, no, not at all. Why would I be jealous?"

I find myself smiling, "I don't know. There are certain reasons on why you would be jealous. Do you want me to list them for you?" I teasingly ask.

"No, thank you. Don't waste your breath," She crosses her arms before leaning back in her seat as she turns to look away. "And, I'm not jealous!"

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, Angry Larry. Where's your friend... Samuel? He was the one always taking our orders," I quickly change the topic, not wanting to piss her more than she already is from the amount of people turning and staring at me.

Well, I can't simply say that I'm

bothered because I'm not... yes, it can get a little bit uncomfortable from time to time but being me, who has spent almost every single day of my life facing and meeting different people, can't really be bothered by a few who wants to stare. In fact, I never pay much attention to them or to whatever they say even though they are mostly filled with good, good words.

Sometimes, I'd take the chance to give them a good time of their lives. Just what they need-a little something from me to take them home.

Truth be told, I can't really say that I'm proud of who I used to be or how I acted with women. It's no doubt that I respect them for who they are but leaving them with a broken heart and even a ton of excuse to not see them again, it's mad.

They get what they want-sex and they're left just at that. It's like a small transaction where I get what I want with what they want, sounds more like a barter system.

"There he is," Kenna points at him before waving, gesturing for him to take our order.

"Give me a second!" Sam-Samuel shouts from afar, running towards the kitchen while I let out a breath, waiting for him to come back.

Just seconds before I can utter a

single word, Dimitri steps inside the café before heading towards our direction to take a seat beside

Kenna. Just as he's seated, he pecks onto her cheek. "How are

Sweet

cheeks? Looking radiant," He compliments with a smile plastered on his face.

Dimitri turns to look at me as his eyes widen in surprise at my condition, "What in the world happened to you? Don't tell me... rough sex led to this?" He glances between Kenna and I while I roll my eyes at his thinking, "You got a broken arm, man. That must've hurt," "I fell," I answer.

"Off a bike," Kenna continues, glancing at me.

"When I was cycling," I frown.

"For the first time." She ends it with a wide grin on her face before turning to look at Dimitri who appears to be slightly confused-as he tries to put the pieces together.

"You've got to be kidding me..." He breathes.

I sigh, "I wish. Breaking my arm from a rough sex sure does sound better than falling off a bike when learning how to ride it for the first time,"

Dimitri bursts out laughing, trying his best to control himself from overreacting but he can't seem to get over the fact that his best friend or more precisely, me-was a dumb guy who didn't even know how to ride a bicycle.