Kay was talking about Journee, but the conversation shifted towards him, which he was not ready for.
"I DON'T HAVE A FAVOURITE BARISTA!!" shouted Kay, but all could see his cheeks changing colour.
"Who is the person you wanted to hug, Kay?" asked William, smirking.
"Oh my god! Why did I open my mouth?" Kay threw his hands in the air in frustration.
"Tell us, tell na!!" Journee started jumping on her cot in excitement.
"There is nothing to tell. There was a girl, I liked her, she liked me, we dated, and then I went out of New York, hall massacre, my death and all. I had to stop contacting her, and when I came back, I could not find her. That's it! That's the whole story," said Kay.
"Ohh! Sorry!" said Journee, her excitement died down.
"You don't have to be. There was nothing serious between us," said Kay, and he cleared his throat as if someone was choking him.
