C7 My Love

IT WAS EIGHT in the morning when Zero received a call from Apollo.

“What the hell dude?” he complained.

“I just want to remind you of my sister’s birthday—”

“I know, okay. You’re interrupting me. I’m in the middle of—fuck!” he cursed. “Why the hell did you bite it?” he asked, seeming furious towards the woman whom he met at the restaurant last night when he had dinner.

“Geez, dude