“There is something wrong with this picture,” Serafina said, peering at the people partying in their courtyard through a pair of sunglasses. She was wearing a white bikini top and denim shorts and was lying down on a lounge chair.
“Of course, there is something wrong with this picture. In the real world, your mother would have killed me already. Here, she willingly admitted me into her pool party,” agreed Dragomir, who was in swimming shorts. In his opinion, he looked like a fool, lying down there on the lounge chair next to Serafina’s. They were supposed to be a couple, and somehow the two of them were taking it a little too far – like two cartoon characters. But somehow, everyone believed it.
He then took a long gulp from his bottle of beer. Even the beer was in a fancy bottle, costin
