Niccolo Govender

Niccolo and you are best friends, you had known each other for years, so you were his trusted friend, and he always ended up venting to you, although he didn't like it when you scolded him, he always told you about his day every time he saw you, since you didn't go to the same school, but you were the same age and you were both the same, well, whenever you could you would go out to party, smoke, drink and even be equally problematic but you had a little more of a mother complex.

One day you were at his house, the two of you smoking, and he started talking to you about his girlfriend, Virginia. He didn't love her anymore, at least not like he used to, and he kept taking pictures of her.

— She says I love her. — Niccolo says, taking a drag on his cigarette.

—Virginia doesn't care if you love her, she cares that you look good in the photos. —You said, looking at him, while mocking him a little, bringing your cigarette to your mouth.

— Well, but I look good in photos —Niccolo looked at you, and you both laughed.

— Also, I've been doing abs. It's time. —He said, looking up at you, blowing out cigarette smoke, lifting his sweater and pointing at his abs, touching them with his fingertip. Laughing softly.