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As it turns out, Bukayo owes his best friend an apology.
One Twix is all it takes, fallin’ in love with you, possibilities, I’m not the one you need ⎯oh, Emile is going to have a field day with this information, unless Bukayo decides to keep it a secret (for now, not so soon, not after their drunken celebration of B FiNaLLy GeTTiNg oVeR ThE CLueLeSS CuTe gUy cUz sAiD CuTe GuY is FriEnDzOniNg HiM just last weekend.)
“It’s Twix, right? Your favourite chocolate bar?” Gabi, Bukayo’s cute guy no matter what, asks, already looking concerned that he got it wrong.
“Yeah! Yeah, it is.” Bukayo hopes the slight trembling on his lips goes unnoticed. “Thanks, bro.”
