"Good morning Martin." I chirp happily hoping that today wasn't gonna be like yesterday and the day before cause for reasons best known to him, he'd become distant and snobbish and I didn't like where our friendship was heading.
"Morning." He replies coldly, throwing his car keys on the kitchen counter.
"Aren't you going to work?" I asked with raised eyebrows, my heart skipping a beat when I see him with a luggage.