"Waiting for someone?"
Pete swivelled to find Alice holding out a glass of wine to him.
"Just a friend." He said, receiving the glass.
"A friend," Alice repeated, raising her glass to her lips. Pete watched her from the rim of his glass, fully aware her interrogation had only begun.
"This friend isn't by chance a certain lady with a daughter named Serena, is it?"
"Maybe." He shrugged, vaguely admitting it. He didn't see the need to deny it as he was indeed waiting for Lina, and he was certain Alice had learned Serena's name from Max.
"I heard she's pretty. I'm curious to see what she looks like."
"You're eager to interrogate her, not curious." He corrected, and Alice chuckled, using her glass to shield the impish smile splayed across her lips.
His eyes followed her as she walked closer and leaned against the balustrade that ran along the balcony. "You really should stop using the kids as your informant. It's bad."
