Nick's POV
"Where the heck is Liam?" Oliver muttered, pacing beside his car in the state prison parking lot, like a man on the brink of starvation.
"He's on his way," Vicky said calmly, leaning against the hood. "He had to drop Ella off at Georgia's house first. Why are you so cranky?"
"Because," Oliver replied dramatically, pressing a hand to his stomach, "I'm hungry."
Vicky's eyes softened instantly. "Aw… my baby is hungry?"
I groaned. Loudly. "You two—stop. Please. You're making my skin crawl."
She shot me a smug look. "Oh? Funny. You and Georgia do that all the time. Now you know how we feel. Hmp!"
I opened my mouth to argue, then decided it wasn't worth it. Instead, I looked away just as a familiar car pulled into the space beside us.
"Finally," I said in relief. "If you had arrived any later, I would've walked out. These two are being unbearably sweet."
