“Where to go for lunch?” Nathan tapped his cheek in thought.
Natalie was also thinking, but I was clueless; I knew nowhere around. I was yet to become familiar with the school.
“Let's go to that Italian place, the place where the chef has his moustache curved like a bow.” She giggled.
Nathan pondered it for a while.
“It's not a place that would break my bank account.”
Perks of having rich friends.
“Don't worry, Nathaniel will take care of our bills today.”
"Nope, I will take care of Marie's bill, not you.” He corrected.
Natalie juts her chin forward, her brows raised confidently. “He speaks like I gave him an option.”
Nathan sighed tiredly. I stifled my giggles; if they weren't cousins, one would mistake them for twins.
“Since I am handling the bills, I will choose where we will
