"Come on, over here." Alonso puffed out his chest. His eyes gleamed with excitement, his black silk shirt clinging to his frame.
While this might be considered attractive to some, to Fred, who shared the same last name, Alonso at this moment was nothing but a child spoiled by Edward. One who wouldn't offer a sincere apology when he was in the wrong, but instead, chose to resort to self-harm to force the other party to make peace.
The humid air in the greenhouse exhausted Fred's patience. He didn't respond to Alonso's invitation, turning to leave.
"Hey." The shovel in Alonso's hand dropped to the ground. The annoying, provocative demeanor from moments ago vanished, replaced by the image of a reliable uncle as he walked up to Fred.
"So, can we make up?" he asked earnestly.
"I will never
