19

"Hey there brit," Derek sat beside Harlow, then grabbed her plate.

"Stop calling me that," she tried to grab her plate back.

"Stop calling me that," Derek tried to mock her voice.

"You are so annoying, for a grown man." Harlow rolled her eyes.

Derek gave her a smile, "that's why you love me mate and why I am your favourite person."

Derek made a show of holding the teacup with his pinky up, while holding his nose high in the air.

Harlow smiled at him. “The only thing I would love to do is rip your head off and drink your blood."

Gloria coughed, then looked at her.

"I'm joking," Harlow had to tell her, but Gloria continued with her glare.

"Nice one, brit brat," Derek tipped the mug in her direction.

"Honestly, stop calling me that. It is not funny."

Harlow looked up as Gore entered the kitchen, bringing with him a certain air, as if he expected them to bow down to him.

"Morning," he greeted everyone, but his eyes were mostly on Harlow.

Harlow had to tear her eyes away from him and force