"Here, you want us to have pasta from this place?" she asked dazzled by the night lights shimmering like stars casting a gentle glow on Ocenu commercial street. "What did you rob a bank or something?"
Marcus chuckled softly before saying, "Your uncle isn't that poor. I can afford to spoil you a little," he said before ruffling her hair.
Kilin, "..."
"Uncle," she complained but Marcus took pleasure in annoying her half to death. Selena tried to fix her hair but she couldn't fix all of the fly away. Marcus reached over fixed it over for her.
