Rick sighed, running his hands through his hair. “You cannot keep doing this!” Luca snapped, and Rick grinned at him, tilting his head to the left a little, raising an eyebrow.
“Can’t I?” he challenged. No, realistically, he couldn’t. If his brother found out what he was doing, he was sure he would have an aneurysm, but what Roman didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. That is, if Luca didn’t mention this to him.
Luca let out a noise of frustration, looking around. Rick was used to the stares; they were a common occurrence when you were a tall man of colour with a somewhat overbearing presence, but Luca looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He grabbed his coat from the back of his chair, “I’m taking my lunch break!” he yelled to the officers, grabbing Rick’s arm and leading him ou
