CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Thank you so much for the ride and P.S, nothing you say can ever make me change my mind about GOT,” I smirked at Leon as we pulled up at the restaurant’s parking lot. Lucian was leaning on the hood of his Ford Mustang Shelby GT500, dressed in a black suit with no tie and the top button popped open. He looked like a model especially with how his right leg was crossed over his left with his hands in the pockets. How did I get this lucky? That’s right. The moon goddess played her cards right.
“Whoa! You look so damn gorgeous,” he smiled, straightening up as he walked over to meet me halfway.
“You two kids have fun and I still don’t like you Lucian, but quick question; GOT or Vikings? Don’t think about it much,” Leon questioned, poking his head out of the car window.
