Lucian shot me a smirk. “Don’t you smirk at me. Apparently his mother made his profile.” “Dude, I’m kinda in the middle of something with Rackety Ann here. We’re vibing.” “Rackety Ann?” Lucian repeated. “He’s talking about her chest,” the server offered helpfully. Lucian rolled his eyes and clenched his teeth. He reached out and grabbed Euge by the collar and hauled him out of his seat. “Don’t get blood on the tablecloth,” I warned. “We’re just going to take a little walk,” Lucian promised. He looked at me. “Stay.”
