Tensions lingered in the hospital room as Skye's suggestion about being Angelo's wingman hung in the air. The atmosphere shifted from determination to an unexpected friction. The friends exchanged glances, realizing the gravity of Skye's words, but it was Angelo's response that cut through the room like a sudden gust of wind.
Angelo's eyes, usually warm and inviting, now bore a hint of hurt and defiance. His gaze locked onto Skye, and the room seemed to hold its breath as he uttered, "What if your wingman, Skye? He is my brother. You can't just say that about him. Do you want me to break our friendship?"
Presly, who had been quietly observing, sensed the rising tension. His inner monologue mirrored the unease in the room. "This is more than just a suggestion. Skye's words have struck a n
