Jacob
"Hey, man," I strolled over to Samuel, spotting him perched at the bar, the half-empty beer bottle indicating that this guy didn't bother waiting for me before taking his share. But what could I say? This was so typical of Samuel; he'd always do what he wanted and think about the consequences later.
"Well, good to see you," he said, his demeanour had returned to normal now that he knew I wasn't mad at him anymore. However, a hint of caution lingered in his eyes as he glanced at my hands, as if checking for any hidden weapons. There was a time when I had used a kitchen spoon to beat him up, leaving some significant scars that took days to fade. Of course, he hadn't let that slide. He returned the favour, with interest.
"Why all dressed up?" he asked, handing me a beer bottle. "Went somewhere?"
"Yeah, just went for a walk," I shrugged it off, finding it the easiest excuse to conjure. In reality, my mind was consumed with thoughts of undressing Evelyn, piece by piece—watching each
