"Luke..."
Gina's words stopped when Lucas suddenly came towards her and hugged her tightly, smelling the strong alcohol smell from his body.
"Lucas ..."
"Where have you been? Why is your cell phone off? I almost went crazy looking for you all over Barcelona, Gina," Lucas chirped incessantly.
Gina pushed Lucas away slowly. "How many bottles of alcohol have you had, Luke?"
Luke looked at Gina with a sad look. "I don't know, I didn't count."
"You're..."
"Excuse me, Miss. Your sandwiches and hotdogs are ready, is there anything else you need, Miss?"
"Ah yes, one headache medicine please..."
"Are you sick, Gina?" Lucas immediately cut Gina's words in a panic, his hand was also directly on Gina's forehead to confirm her condition. "You...you have a fever!!!"
Gina lowered Lucas' hand from his forehead. "I'm fine, I just haven't eaten since the afternoon because I'm tired, Luke."
