"Ofcourse, they say old friendships build good bridges" I say laughing and he returning the hand shake.
" I agree, may our bridges be strong" he shook his hand releasing it to shake Timothy.
"The great Timothy, a man for the women!" He laughed making Timothy laugh as they took eachothers hand. We have known eachother for the longest time.
Timothy and I were always togther and in college we were nicknamed 'blood brother'. This name came about because, one day on the feild during football, I had hit an opponent on purpose because I am a very competitive person that hates to loose, and Timothy notices this and gives me the eyes.
"Don't do anything dumb" he warned pulling me back, but I went blank. I shrugged my shoulder out of his grip, because I had already targeted where I was going to hit next.
"Noah" he called out to me, after all the players were back to their position.
