Owen
We ate silently when our meal arrived. Marga grinned as soon as she saw the girl in front of me. “Finally, Lacoste!” she teased. Angelic looks me and then back to her weirdly. Marga decided to talk to us for a while, and she was giving me the look.
“By the way, my name is Marga, Owen’s… “ I glared at her when she was contemplating what to call me.
Angelic grins at her. “It’s okay. You can tell me.”
“What are you thinking? Marga,” I nodded at Marga who was laughing, “tell her ‘bout it.”
“Well, Owen’s my friend, Angelic.”
Angelic looked taken aback. “How do you know my name?” her cheeks flushed red, even in the dim light, I could still see it.
“Well, there’s this guy I know who’s obsess with you so I would definitely know.”
“Marga,” my voice in warning. I mouthed, “Leave.
