“You just look a bit agitated…” I glance at him then back at Daisy. “I’m not, I’m good. I’m fine, I am. Is she alright, though, do you reckon?” “Who?” he asks, smirking. “Daisy, you git—who else?” “Who else, ey?” He snorts and I toss him a look. “Do I think Daisy’s alright over there with the sexy Australian lifeguard-bartender? Yeah, man—I think she’s fi—” I’m already on my feet before he finishes the sentence.
i love this
