"Unfortunately, I can't join you for some fun activities... I have to go."
Blake waved at him, already turning to walk away.
"As if that's bad news. Just go."
The lunch was indeed awkward. Blake wanted to be careful, not organize anything with Myles in front of Zlatan. To avoid him tagging along, of course.
He was planning on running off with Myles, if that were to happen.
But it wasn't necessary, fortunately enough.
"Why is he so nosy?"
"I don't know."
"You two are friends, you should know."
Myles stared down at him.
"Okay, okay... not friends, but still, you're pretty close, you can't deny that!"
"He just likes to exist for fun."
Blake gulped, holding a chuckle.
'Damn, that's ruthless.'
Now, they were wandering through the amusement park, eyes scanning for something remotely interesting.
Most of the attractions seemed dull, either crowded with screaming kids or flashy enough to feel shallow.
