SEEING HEART
Ndulue Benard
Harley
When I arrive at the bar everyone’s already there at our usual spot, all except for John, which I’m a little grateful for.
When they finally spot me, everyone raises their glasses and cheer. Ahh, my friends. I catch Erik watching me as I sit.
Damn he looks hot. Ripped bleached jeans and a white t shirt stretched across his chest. Wow, he’s braided his hair into one long braid. Modern day Viking right there.
“Bitch, you’re late!” Vanessa shouts slamming down a bunch of bills. “This week’s swear jar, three hundred and fifty bucks Harley. It’s a new record.”
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