"I didn't know you have a possessive nature." I tossed an apple slice into my mouth.
The small restaurant in the resort wasn't closed off. People come and go and right now, there are quite a number.
Jace and I played inconspicuously in the corner, wearing our glasses to keep our faces partially unidentifiable.
Jace leaned on the metal chair, grinning at me before taking a sip from the drink he ordered. It had little alcohol content on it.
I couldn't tell him not to get drunk. We were on vacation, hence, who was I to tell him off? I was tempted to have what he was having, but then there should at least be one of us who stayed sober.
It was a 'just in case.'
These days, there was no assurance that we were actually safe. I had declared war with the mafia after all, and the organization my parents put up had their men undergo rigorous training.
