"Cel, if you're to choose. Hoes or bros?" Harith joked, his smirk mischievous as he took another sip of his orange juice, lounging casually on the banister of the school's rooftop.
Cecilion didn't answer right away, his gaze fixed on the horizon, but Harith wasn't deterred. He knew his friend was always a little slow to respond, but he'd never leave him hanging for long. Just as he was about to take another sip, Mateo appeared, strolling onto the rooftop like he owned the place, a confident grin plastered on his face.
"Yo, what's up, guys?" Mateo greeted, glancing between Harith and Cecilion.
Harith, never one to waste a chance at mischief, quickly tossed the question Mateo's way. "Mateo, if you had to choose—hoes or bros?"
Mateo paused for a moment, his expression unreadable as he rubbed his chin. Then, without hesitation, he leaned back and grinned broadly. "Hoes, obviously."
