"Jin!" I yell, already halfway into his room. "Did you take my sunglasses again? Because this isn't funny, man. We are not babies anymore."
Both of them are on the bed. Jin is on his phone. And Gio has his elbows on his knees, holding something in his hands that he definitely isn't supposed to be touching.
My freaking sketchbook.
"Wow," Gio says, not even looking up.
"Barging in, yelling. Is this your process before a date, or are we mid-nervous breakdown?"
I ignore him, tear through the pile of clothes on the chair, check under the desk, crouch by the bed. Nothing.
Jin stretches lazily. "I didn't touch your sunglasses."
I shoot him a glare. "You didn't touch them last time either, and then you 'found' them in your drawer a week later."
He smirks. "Accidents happen."
"You're not funny."
"Neither are you," Gio mutters, flipping another page of my sketchbook. "This one's kinda good though."
I snatch it from his hands. "Give me that."
He raises both brows. "Touchy."
Jin laughs. "You're just mad because you're flustered. You're totally flustered."
"I'm not—" I stop. I take a deep breath. "Whatever."
Gio pats the empty space on the bed. "Sit down, Ravioli. Let the chaotic energy flow out."
"I'm not sitting."
"Suit yourself," he says, stretching. "Anyway. I should go wash the bike."
Jin's eyes light up. "DUDE. Your bike'sinsane. Sexier than half the girls I've wanted."
"Bet she is," Gio says with a smirk.
"Jesus," I mutter, rifling through a drawer.
"You should let me ride it sometime," Jin says, grinning.
Gio laughs. "Sure. I'll even dig my own grave after. Save your dad the trouble." He leans back on his elbows and looks at me with fake innocence.
"So," he says softly. "This dinner with Sophia... romantic candlelight or casual public humiliation?"
Jin immediately picks up the game. He sits straighter, hands folded like a schoolgirl.
"Oh Rava," he says in a high-pitched voice.
"Youalwaysknow how to make me feel special."
Gio jumps in. "And you, Sophia, complete me in ways I can't even begin to sketch properly."
They both burst out laughing. I turn slowly. I try not to laugh. I hate myself for finding this shit funny.
That's seriously the same dude my dad is afraid of?
