Chapter 25

• MATILDA
• "Bugsy, could you at any point quit gazing at us like our very own stalker? It's getting peculiar." Hannah winced. I looked over at Bugsy who just feigned exacerbation prior to folding his arms over his chest, flaunting the swelling muscles of his biceps through his suit coat.
• Regardless of Hannah's solicitation, he saw no point in eliminating his look. From the beginning, I was creeped out by him, yet I immediately came to understand that he was just taking care of his business.