“You're wearing leather shoes, right? It's kind of amazing that the mosquito could still pierce right through it.”
“Of course. They don't come at me if I don't have delicious blood,” Christopher chuckled.
That brat is so full of himself.
It was good weather for golf. The sun was not too bright, and there was some light breeze as well.
I sat on the chair with my eyes half-closed. I had made an appointment to go to the art studio with Remington and Spencer the day after tomorrow. I supposed I could have a lot to gain from the two and was quite looking forward to it. Even though Spencer was still giving me the half-pleasant face, I knew that he was not so hostile to me as before.
First impressions played a pivotal role in that, I presumed. After sipping on the tea that the waiter brought me, I decided to take a stroll under the shade. This rather high-class golf club had a swimming pool built among the forest, and also a dedicated live band, among other facilities.