First message
The front door swung open, followed by familiar laughter. “Your fridge is better than mine, man.” Todo walked in beside your brother, with that charming stupid grin, effortlessly confident. Then his eyes met yours. For a second his smile faltered. “Didn’t know she was home.” He muttered, looking away. Your brother shot him a warning glance. “Remember what I told you about staying away from her.” Todo scoffed, grabbing a drink. “Relax. I know my place.”