Corbin had his arms crossed across his chest. His thick brows were furrowed while his light blue eyes assessed the suspects in front of him calculatively.
"Enough with this silence. Spit it out now."
"What?"
"What are you talking about?" White shrugged his shoulders, letting his gaze wander around, suddenly finding Selma Addis's humble living room interesting.
"Stop with this game already. We have played this game countless times together so it is not going to work on me.
Now tell me why you want to go to the lakeside tonight." Corbin was now getting irked by his friends' strange demands.
Smith cleared his throat, taking charge of the conversation. "Haven't we told you that we want to have some fun together? It has been long since we have to go to the lakeside in the night.
Do you remember how we used to do that at least once a month?"
"The beauty of that place is something else in the night." Sigerten supported.
