“I’M WAYNE.”
The sleek, thin, and immature looking kid stood before me, holding his hand out like a respective man meaning business. He leveled his gaze with mine and waited for me to acknowledge his gesture in a patient stance. I could only bite back a smile as I took it with pleasure and shook his hand with my firm grip. He looked like he completely knew what he’s getting into, and that’s what I was thinking as I skeptically watched him under my nose.
“Nice to meet you, Wayne,” I told him, merely smiling, “I’m Colin.”
“Yeah,” The kid nodded back, “Evangeline already told me about you.”
“So, you play like a pro?” I asked with a raised brow, prompting a challenging demand. The moment I spoke the words at him, a spark of pride passed over his face and Wayne smirked back at m
