Camila growls in frustration. “You just downed the John Ruiz is a gloomy, pessimistic—” “Old man,” Timo finishes with a blinding smile. He slings his arm around John’s shoulders. Camila’s lips immediately rise with mine. It’s hard not to smile at the sight of them, both wearing green glow necklaces. Taken. It’s official. John acknowledges Timo with the roll of his eyes. “All true except the old man, kid.” He stands up straighter and kisses Timo in hello.
