Chapter Hundred and Nineteen
The bowling alley buzzed with laughter and the rhythmic crash of pins. Neon lights danced across polished lanes, reflecting in Matilda's eager eyes. She clutched a vibrant bowling ball, its weight grounding her excitement.
"Come on, Markus," she beckoned, gesturing to the adjacent lane. "Join me for a game?"
Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, Markus shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm good. Watching suits me."
Matilda rolled her eyes, setting up her stance. "At this rate, everyone will think you are just my bodyguard."
He chuckled softly. "Technically, I am."
'Even Cole doesn't do this much.' she thought to herself as she rolled her eyes.
She released the ball and watched it glide smoothly down the glossy lane. It curved slightly to the right, then struck the pins with a crisp, satisfying clatter. A small victory, but when she turned, the smile slipped off her face.
