" So? " Noah asked.
" So what? " I replied, lighting the cigar.
Eric and Isa's basement was equipped for poker or similar. It was a dark, warm room, adorned in a luxurious casino style. There were shop windows full of alcohol, a counter for the bartender, who was usually Ethan, and a large poker table. There was also a pool table, but we didn't play it often.
Isabella had decided to fix the kitchen. It was the perfect time to smoke and chat like men, not that we didn't do it with her, but we had to talk about things too important to risk making her worry.
" Did you bullshit while I was not there? " Noah asked.
Eric smiled, shuffling the poker cards.
" Nothing that you do not know already, I bet " I replied.
" I didn’t expect. A trip to California just to be a stalker " snorted Noah.
