(BL)Alpha Made

Amir and his grandmother were already at the cafe that they had decided on when he showed up. It was one of the branch locations for the cafe that Kim had started up from the cafe inside of the A & D firm. Andrew knew he was late, and felt terrible for it, but there was nothing he could do.

Talking to his Mom took a lot longer than he had anticipated, and typing through his tears that he was going to be a little bit late had been hard.

Andrew pulled open the door to the cafe, scanning the interior with his slightly puffy eyes. It was a nice interior, with the same concept as the cafe inside of the A & D firm. Tile tops to the tables, pops of colour against more rich wood and cream tones. It was also fairly busy so it took Andrew a moment to pinpoint where Amir and his grandmother were.

Amir was all smiles when he first saw Andrew, but his expression quickly shifted when Andrew began to move towards him and he was about to see how swollen Andrew’s eyes were. He actually looked horrified when he realised what state he was in.

Andrew would be the first to admit, his Mom probably saw less of the bottle then she should have.

"Andy! What happened? Did you and Max have an argument?" Amir asked, terrified and Andrew sniffed, giving him a smile as he wiped his nose. He came to a stop before them, both Amir and his grandmother sitting side by side with a full view of the door. They had done that because they were waiting for him. Andrew felt his heart warm.

"No, it was nothing like that. I stopped by to speak to my Mom before I came here. That’s why I’m a little late." Andrew told Amir. Amir’s eyes widened in a bit of surprise. Amir did know that his Mom was dead. After all, Amir had been there when he’d first met Maxwell’s parents. Slowly his expression softened, looking relieved that he hadn’t fought with Maxwell, but the worry still remained.

Amir’s grandma looked at Andrew, his face stern, before his expression melted into one of understanding. He stood, moving around the table before wrapping Andrew in a hug. It was a tight, motherly hug that after just speaking with his Mom made Andrew feel emotional. After the long, long pause, he sighed, pulling back to hold onto Andrew’s shoulder and then motioning for him to join their table.

"Did the conversation go well?" Amir’s grandmother asked softly and Andrew let out a laugh. He turned his gaze towards the tiled table, a slightly bitter smile on his lips. He took in the drinks that Amir and his grandmother had already ordered, and the fact that there was a third, equally sugary drink there for him as well. Andrew’s heart squeezed.