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milayah.
"I'm so nervous," she starts, pacing around my room as I'm having my breakfast, "he rarely ever comes... so it must be important.
Her face is contorted in a mix of confusion and excitement, until it completely drops.
"What if he's getting married?!" Naila sighs, dropping down onto my bed, her timidity seeming to have gone out the window over the past couple of days.
"Naila, who the fuck are you talking about?" I finally ask, chewing on my croissant.
She snaps her head around and looks at me in bewilderment. "Diego," she states as if that was supposed to ring a bell, "Keep up, Milayah."
I roll my eyes, more focused on the exuisite croissant in my head.
I was going to need 3 more of them.
"Who is Diego?"
She looks even more baffled this time.
"Diego is Azrael's brother!" She squeals, jumping to her feet and pacing around the room again. "He's like, really good looking."
"Do you like him or something?" I bite into my croissant absentmindedly, before I'm interrupted by a shriek.
"NO!" The lunatic nearly screams, walking up to me with wide eyes. "I mean, maybe a little, but don't tell anyone!"
I chuckle, placing the last little bit of the croissant in my mouth, "Calm down, I'm not the police."
She plops onto my bed again, this time fully laying on it and hair fans out around her.
She truly looked like an angel.
"I just want to know why he's coming now," Playing with her blonde hair, she seems lost in thought, "Something important must've happened."
I shrug, wanting another croissant. "Just ask him."
She shoots up, looking at me with eyes as wide as saucers. "Why on earth would you say that?"
"Okay Naila, sweetheart, you're confusing me."
Naila sighs, massaging the bridge of her nose in what I assume was an attempt to calm herself down. "Okay, listen very carefully." She takes my hands in hers and speaks slowly, as if she's speaking to a child.
"Diego, is Azrael's much kinder, older brother," she starts, staring me dead in the eyes, "however, he's a little bit, how can I put it... promiscuous."
Seriously?
Who says promiscuous anymore?
"So he's a hoe?" Her jaw drops and she frowns, letting go of my hand, taking a very deep breath.
