Jefferson's POV
"Hey, man. What's with that look?" I asked, "Are you worried that I will not come?"
"No, it's nothing like that. I didn't know that you would bring your wife with you," he replied, and I chuckled; then I looked at Celina, who was looking at Mark. I don't know what got into her, but I think she was looking at Mark strangely.
"Is there a problem?" I asked her to get her attention then. I saw her glare at Mark before she looked my way.
"Nothing," she replied, but I think it was the opposite of what she said. But because we were running late, I looked at Mark,
"Come on, man. We're going to be late." My friend seemed to be back from his deep thoughts, quickly smiled, and led the way. I followed him with Celina, noticing she was walking slowly.
"Hey, we're go
