“YOU’VE been here since this morning. What’s wrong, dude?” Lucian’s friend, Lukas asked and tapped his shoulder.
The sharp sound of the clacking balls through the billiard hall didn’t distract Lucian from his mischievous thoughts about the walking temptation named Magdalena Mendoza. The not so loud rock music, hit of the bass and electric guitar, blending with the cold atmosphere and the scent of beers didn’t help at all.
“Woah!” Cadence, another friend, stood beside Lucian, looking at the ball he failed to shoot. “That’s your third miss for today. What’s wrong, dude?”
Lucian clenched his teeth. “Damn!”
Niccolo chuckled. “You’ve gone rusty. Lucian the Sniper no more?”
Lucian hissed and threw him a cold glare. “Shut up!”
“And you’re really pissed,” Lukas added.
“Is it about your dad
