"We have a problem," stated Malcolm. His tone taking a serious turn as he took a large bite from his chicken.
Victoria made some food before she left the house, packing them in a few containers. She had written a note to Luca informing him that there was food in the pot for his dinner tomorrow.
He'll figure out the rest for himself
"Bro, you've announced it about fifty times. Just get to the point," groaned Will, throwing his empty container in the snow as he stood up.
The fire flickered every once in a while, causing Victoria to give it a cautious glance. She wasn't a huge fan of camp fires-or any fire.
"If you'd just give me a chance to explain further, we wouldn't be having this problem now," voice Malcolm causally.
"Whatever man, I'm going to get some sleep," declared Will with a shake of his head as he headed towards the car.
