He Said Brown Sugar Milk Tea Was Brotherhood; I Believed Five Years

The night Xavier threw a birthday party for me, he invited his female buddy, Frances Summers. The private room was loud with celebration. Until I pushed the door open. What I saw was a room full of strangers, his and her mutual friends. The wreckage of a cake, already cut apart, unrecognizable. His stool and hers, pressed right up against each other. "Why are you so late? You kept everyone waiting."