*Danika*
"We. Are. Out. On. A. Picnic," Lance detailed, his hands akimbo.
"Pic...Picnic?" Returned Alonso in a frustrated tone, his eyes squinted menacingly, as he shove his hand our way.
I lunged closer to Lance, hiding my face from meeting Alonso's, lest I melted from his murderous glare.
I peeked from the side of Lance's broad back and saw Alonso look back, where his chosen mate was coming now from.
He shortly flipped around. "Don't forget this is pretense. You two are beginning to get on my last nerve," he rushed out in a hushed voice which I suspect was because of his chosen getting closer.
"Hey, you two! I'm so glad you are here. I was beginning to worry it's going to be very bored out here with only Alonso and me," reeled the blithe brown-haired lady.
"Hey, Cleopatra." Lance hailed her.