Diego
I knock on my brother’s mate’s bedroom door and wait. Ava opens the door, sees me, then immediately goes to shut it. I quickly slide the rolled-up paper between the door and the threshold.
She stops when she sees it, the door only crunching the paper a little bit.
She opens the door enough to reach for the paper, but I pull it back. “Invite me in, and I’ll give it back.”
She rolls her eyes but opens the door wider. “What do you want, Diego?”
I saunter into her room with a smirk, kicking the door closed behind me. I lightly smack my own cheek with the rolled-up map, looking Ava over slowly. My brother and I are different in most ways, but we’ve always had the same taste in women.
Ava crosses her arms impatiently. “You’re disgusting.”
“And you’re conniving,” I respond.
She
