"Miguel, Miguel, listen to me. I told you I had everything under control. Keep em busy" the stud guy in gray tuxedo chatted as he tossed his champagne glass side ways. Pushing pass, he'd strolled to the yard at the pool outside. The flourecent bulb had given the place good lightening. He smiled at the view. Aesthetic he thought with a smile.
The caller at the other end seemed to have needed out by himself. "I'm outside like you requested." The guy sighed.
"Now tell me, what is it about Tacker?" He twitched his mouth.
"No way!" Mark rested his gaze on the blue of the pool which reflected the silver moon as it stood above. "Tell me more." He giggled. His serious tone had turned playful. As his eyes settled, he peered his eyes through the water. Bubbles were popping out. Mark twitched his eyes.
"Miguel, I've got to go," he said and then ended the call.
What in the world was happening?
