[Asher's POV]
"Hey, thanks for taking me around today. It was great."
I nodded at him, lazily watching the drink swirl in the glass. Is Chase not coming?
"It's whatever. As long as you are here, let me take care of you, like you did for me back in school." I smiled, setting my drink back on the bar.
Mark grinned back, ruffling my hair, before the smile slipped from his face and he took a step back.
"What is it.....?" I trailed off, turning around to face Chase, who was staring over my shoulder, with his arms crossed and his usual grim expression. "Hey, you made it!" Hopping off the bar stool, I clung onto his arm, dragging him forward with me, " Chase, this is Mark, the friend I told you about and Mark, this is Chase, my, " I paused for a second, as I felt him stiffen besides me, "..friend.", I finished, letting go of his arm.
We are friends, right? I mean we are not strangers and I have stayed over at his place a few times, that counts as being friends I think.
