Roman sat impatiently on a sofa, while he went through his phone, seemingly contemplating about dialing Brent's number or not.

Here we go…

After three rings, Brent finally picked up.

“What's up Dude?”

“I'm good, what's going on?” Brent's voice was heard from the other end.

“Laura’s back right ?”

“Yup” he mumbled.

“You're good ?”

“I guess. I'm over Laura.”

“Alright dude. I'm checking on you, that's what elders do.”

“Go fuck yourself”

Roman laughed loudly and hung up.

At least Brent wouldn't lie about his feelings for Laura, it was clear that he didn't like her anymore, not even a bit. But that bitch, Laura wouldn't hear any...