Jake's POV
"F*ck!" Mark gasps when he sees me, "What are you doing here?"
What is he doing here?
I raised the cup of coffee in the air.
He looks behind me and nods his head. I narrowed my eyes at him and he smiled briefly at me.
What the actual f*ck?
He never smiles at me. He doesn't offer me any kind of smile.
I looked behind me to see what he was smiling at, but the yard was completely empty and no one was standing outside. I don't want to believe that he is smiling at me.
"Can you pass me two cups please?" He stretches his arms and opens his palms, waiting for me to give him whatever it is that he wants.
"Of coffee?"
"Mhmm....whatever." He waves his hands at me, "That would be okay too."
Mark is also drunk. That is just great. Two drunk lunatics right now.
"Get them yourself
