"Fair enough." Damon Coleman opened his PayPal, "Send me your payment request, I'll settle it. I'm done playing."
Ariana managed to muster up a small smile, opened up her PayPal.
After Damon had paid, he stood up and left to smoke outside the living room.
Mitch had been silently observing from the sidelines. His expression was unreadable, but when Ariana glanced at him, he quickly averted his gaze and retreated to the kitchen.
For Luna's happiness, I ultimately found myself stepping outside to find Damon, who was out in the patio smoking.
He was wearing a simple black t-shirt, revealing the toned muscles of his arms. It was just right, not too skinny, not too muscular. It seemed his smoking habit was growing, as he was often seen with a cigarette in his hands.
Upon seeing me, Damon raised an eyebrow before stepping away.
I approached him once more.
