HIS LITTLE PET
"Man, you must have the patience of a saint to teach this idiot. Nice to meet you, Nathan."
"Nice to meet you guys," I managed to say, forcing a small, polite smile.
While his teammates were busy looking at the menu board above the counter, Maverick stepped a little closer.
“What do you want now?” I muttered, glaring at him like an alley cat.
“Nothing, just wanted to say you're working hard,” he casually slapped his large hand onto my shoulder and then slid his hand gently down my back.
“W-What do you think you're doing?” I stuttered. Was he trying to let everyone know?