Sam’s Point of View
I don't know why I am so annoyed. As if I needed help anyway. I know a thing about gun. I know how to reload, know how to fire.
“Arms straight, Princess,” he said to Marie. Too loud for us to hear his endearment to Marie. He seems so comfortable with her that he always smiles when she is around.
“Hoy. What's with that face?” Trish asked me.
“What are you talking about?” I replied. I reloaded my magazine. Too annoyed to put the bullet properly. Trish rolled her eyes. She tilted her head to the door.
Great... This is what I need. Trisha's inquisition.
I followed her outside. She spotted an empty table and bench under the tree. The wind is cold here and the view is overlooking the Taal volcano.
I sat in front of her and crossed my arms.
“What?” I asked, still irri
