Third Person's View
Continuation...
"Hey..." Gasper opened up to them, and Gasper and her son fist bumped their fists in the air and then pinched Luca's cheek. "I thought you weren't coming," there was a wide smile on Gasper's lips while saying those words. Demetria shrugged and pointed to the child.
"Ask this, Luca," he laughed, as her son immediately nodded and giggled.
"No, Uncle. Me and momma honestly want to greet you a happy birthday, "
"So you're really dressed, huh?" There was a smile on Gasper's most answers. Demetria laughed.
"We only attend parties once in a while and also only once on a birthday, so we'll try atleast to be presentable." Gasper just shook his head.
"Come on in to my house,"
She snorted.
"Your palace you mean," Demetria mocked Gasper's intended remark. Gasper just shrugged at what she said.
"What should I do? I'm handsome as it is," she would have criticized him before her son himself speak.
