( Issac POV )
The best company to take your mind off things and hide the sadness in your eyes is to have fun. Although I wouldn’t call it fun, time goes by damn fast. I tapped my foot impatiently as I looked at Sawyer, who was getting ready to strike.
“Come on, brother, move it.” I beamed.
In one easy motion, the white ball bounced into the red, sending all the others scattering around. I would never have guessed that Gabriel and Shamuel have a pool table in their house, or rather, a lounge. There is also a poker table, a few seats, cards, chess and ping-pong.
“Don’t rush in like you’ve been burnt. It’s all about aim.” Blake walked over to the table with his cue, aiming for a scintillating shot.
Sawyer dragged me out of the room after lunch, telling me to relax and enjoy the day.
