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“Made you breakfast,” Kunal said, then returned to scrolling on his phone, ignoring the beautiful ocean scenery.
“Aww, thanks babe,” Sam simpered.
“Fuck off.”
Sam sat down with a flourish, enjoying the annoyed look Kunal was giving him, and started to eat.
“We’re invited to Neha’s wedding, by the way.” Kunal waved the invitation at him. “It’s in a month.”
“Oh, good!” The invitation looked disgustingly good-quality— fucking graphic designers getting married.
“By the way, it’s been a while, when are you planning on telling your mom you’re not gay?”
Sam nearly choked on his eggs. “We’re still not gay??”