Page 71 of See Me

I cover my mouth to hide my laugh.

Luca glares at me and crosses his arms. “Well, at least I didn’t get arrested at the mall for walking around with no pants on.”

My wide eyes swing to Enzo. “What?”

Enzo holds up a finger. “In my defense, I was there to buy pants.”

Luca shakes his head. “You’re a dumbass.” He still smiles though.

“What?” Enzo shrugs. “It’s not my fault people take notice of me everywhere I go.”

Luca covers his face and shakes his head. “You were half naked, of course people took notice.”

“Like the lady at the bank,” Enzo says. “She’s always staring at me while she’s helping other people.”

“She has a lazy eye.” Luca roars a laugh. “She’s not even looking at you.”

My sides ache from laughing and I have to blot the corners of my eyes.

Enzo rubs his chin and then his eyes light up. “Oh, this one is good.”

Luca’s face falls.

“Remember that time Gram took us to that new Hibachi place?”

Luca lunges for Enzo. “Okay, that’s enough.” He grabs Enzo’s shirt and they start to scuffle.

Enzo ducks his head under Luca’s attempt at a choke hold. “Oh no. Ella, you’re gonna want to hear this one.”

Luca is obviously bigger but Enzo puts up a good fight.

“You know how they throw shrimp and you’re supposed to catch it?”

I have no idea where this is going. “Uh, yeah.”

Luca, perched behind Enzo, has his arm around his neck and Enzo’s arm pinned above his head. Both red-faced but still smiling.

“Luca gagged on it and threw up on the grill and it cooked his throw up.”

“Ewww.” I take my shirt and pull it up to cover my mouth. “That’s disgusting.”

Luca releases Enzo and pushes him away. “And then Evie threw up from seeing my throw up and they made us leave so more people wouldn’t throw up.”

“Ha, I forgot about that part.” Enzo slaps the bar.

Luca pins Enzo up against the bar. Apparently he has more to say. “Maybe I’ll come over to your place and jerk off inyourbathtub.”

My hand flies to my mouth. “Enzo! You didn’t.”

Enzo struggles to get his arms braced against the bar in a position to push Luca back. “It was one time. And you could’ve knocked.”

The bell above the door chimes alerting us we have a customer. The boys stand up but continue to wrestle and push each other, each trying to get the last hit.

I hop off the stool and grab some menus to seat our customers and turn to find a man in head-to-toe yellow spandexwith holes ripped in the knees, holding a yellow bike helmet under his arm. The guy looks like a bodybuilder, muscles and bumps everywhere, highlighted by the awful color choice. Evenjunioris clearly visible.

The guy whips off his mirrored sunglasses. “Who parked their motorcycle in the bike lane?”

I step back, fighting a smile, and turn to Luca.

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