"Young sire?" Sam was real surprised to see Ziggy already at her side. He came with a dashing aura that gathered everyone's attention to him. He stood beside her with an umbrella that kept them both away from the rain. Even though it was raining hard, Ziggy's presence warmed the place.
"Five versus one" Ziggy's grey eyes brightened as he tapped Sam's head and pulled some of her hair away from her beautiful face. "I've never been so proud,"
"This is your fault," Sam blamed the boy and gave him a hard look which she regret instantly because Ziggy's grey eyes and deep dimple combined— only give her chills— more chills than the rain ever did.
