John was dying.
He was dying and he knew it.
His stomach hurt and he couldn't breathe.
And he had Rohan to blame for all of his pain.
"He's flirting with her."
John continued to stare at the table top, his fist pressed hard against his lips.
"f*****g hell, he's flirting with her."
He bit his fist and groaned softly.
"He's even staring at her t**s. Stop staring at her t**s, Leon."
It was physically hurting him, trying his damnest not to laugh.
A snicker escaped from his lips and he quickly smothered it. He glanced at the table at the back corner of Burg's Burgers to check if Leon really was staring at Sophia's t**s. And immediately cringed.
Leon was scowling at him, his eyes with a promise of retribution in the form of major bodily harm.
John gave him a little wave and turned hi
