"Yeah, it's not a bad position, really," Mariam giggled at his reaction.
Darell suddenly turned towards her, a smirk on his face. "And who exactly brought you into the conversation, huh, Fish legs?"
Mariam glared at him in response, but a loud thud echoed catching both of their attentions. They turned towards Louis, who sat next to Mariam, and the dagger that stabbed into the table had been vividly etched on Darell's mind.
He gulped, turning away, while Mariam giggled, kissing the boy on his cheeks.
'Why the fuck did I just narrate that?!'
"You have a point, Miss Ciara," Jane replied, the tone in his voice calm and humble, unlike his usual haughty tone.
'Wow, the power of women'.
"Why are you asking about that, Darell?" I asked with an intrigued tone in my voice.
"Oh, you know, I just wanted to invite some people that would be interested".
