ISLA
When we were done eating, Zero’s mom guided us to their garden. Zero’s father is not around since he needs to settle some things in their company.
“This is the first time that Zero bring someone—”
“Ma!” Zero cuts in when he equaled our pace.
I looked at him and at his mom, who was glaring at him.
“What? I’m just telling—”
“You asked for Isla’s presence, right?” Zero uttered as he pierced his eyes into his mom.
I wanted to get out of Mrs. Cohen’s grip because I don’t want to feel the tension between her and Zero. However, I don’t want to become rude.
“Did I—Oh… Okay, I get it. Sorry, sweetie, mom is just like this sometimes,” she let out a soft chuckle, “you know, this is a sign of aging. Anyway,” she pulls me again until we sat on the wooden bench. Zero then sat on the single
