“Did you listen to our conversation?” Christian asked. Their bums were sprawled on the soft warm sand. They were serenely roasting marshmallows, the food covered a little in soot. Christian took a bite on the marshmallow, the stickiness running on his tongue as he took a small swig of beer into his mouth. He was cautious not to get drunk around Samantha again. It was the worst nightmare of his life. But even if that horrible event happened, it gained him a newfound friendship. Somehow, Samantha was helping him cope from his doubts over Tatiana.
“Not an inkling,” Samantha replied, eating rapidly on the marshmallow. She roasted them just above the fire but it was fast enough for her to chew on them. Christian did not notice she had bangs that ran from her forehead to her ears. It was dangli
