|Ian|
“Sometimes, I think Crimson only remembers us whenever he has problems,” Red said jokingly. I cast a glance at him. He found his position at the edge of this c-shape sofa. With his legs crossed together and a glass of hard drink on his hand, his eyes narrowed at my direction.
“Is it not possible that I just want to be with you?” I excused making him raise his eyebrows and laugh out loud.
“You can’t fool me bud. We did not become friends yesterday.” He said with a smirk on his face.
I let out a sigh and drank the remaining beer that I was holding. After that, I opened another bottle.
“His tactics are for old age, actually,” Vlad commented lifelessly. I gave him a threatening look.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked him dangerously. I saw how he was startled for a bit like h
