"Don't copy me, duplicate Jones!" Charles gave out a barking laugh at my witty comment, deciding to add his own as well.
“Oh, the poor guy can’t! His whole production was a replica to the original.” The snickers died down as we all turned to stare at Charles. He was fun, but his humor lacked sense.
Ethan mimicked Charles after shooting daggers at me, trying to rile me up, and I pulled a face back at him, trying to get his reaction. My eyes went towards Jack, who sat silently on the table with a lopsided grin as his eyes switched between us, enjoying our little banter. When his gaze met mine, he gave me a tight smile, it wasn't reaching his eyes, and the dimple never popped out. I returned it with a simple one of my own, but I couldn’t help my mild frown at the hesitance. Why was he holdi
