CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE
TONIGHT
Gray and Mason stared at themselves, twirling the glass in their hands. Nobody breaking eye contact with the other. Each one, waiting for the other to speak first.
The waiter serving them their wines kept looking at them. He was sleeping fed up with the customers in front of him. It was only by God's grace that he hadn't chased them out.
"You called me out here to stare at my handsome face?" Gray finally asked and the waiter sighed in relief. Finally, they were talking.
"Of course not. Wait, you think you are handsome? Ha! Poor Skye. She is dating a buffalo." Mason hissed. The waiter almost laughed.
They were sitting just in front of where you get your wine so, he could hear them clearly despite the loud music playing.
"You are just jealous she chose a buf
