TOO CUTE TO HANDLE
“Sky, relax. Let loose even just for this night, alright?”
Sky pulls her out, yet only earning a silly laugh from her tapping his shoulder before once again joining the crowd. Unwavering he closed his eyes with irritation, scratching his head before taking a deep breath out. He shakes his head for having to look after a troublemaker in love and a broken cousin of his, a smart one, yet a stupid fool when it comes to love.
“Sky.” Bea taps Sky’s shoulder and pleading with her sorry eyes, palms together, and guilty expression for not being able to help her once more turn wild best friend.