Saint:
Smoke drifted gently from the grill, the scent of seasoned meat filling the air, mingling perfectly with the cheerful laughter echoing from inside the house. Blaze flipped a few burgers expertly, shooting me a curious glance as I paced nervously around the backyard, my hands running repeatedly through my hair.
“Saint, brother, you're gonna wear a path in the grass,” Blaze chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes as he adjusted his sunglasses.
“I’m fine,” I muttered, knowing full well that my restless energy was giving me away. I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time, heart pounding relentlessly in my chest.
Blaze shook his head, turning fully to face me with a smirk. “You are many things, my friend, but a good liar isn't one of them. What’s going on? You've been
