Dom. Dom, who had been single since he was a sperm, who had claimed he was married to his modelling career and didn't need anyone else and then he met beautiful Hazel. Who was also Leo's cousin.
"Shoot!" he shouted at the sky, throwing his free hand up in exasperation. "I am the only single one left!"
A bird flew past. It didn't answer. It didn't even slow down. It just kept flying, minding its own bird business, completely uninterested in his romantic despair.
He slumped back against the bench, defeated, his spine curving like a sad question mark. He stared at the clouds, watching them drift by, carefree and unbothered, probably on their way to rain on someone else's parade.
"Even if I quit my job," he muttered, running a hand through his wind-tangled hair, "Leo could take care of me. Because I'm Bella's favorite bestie. She would make him support me. I could live in their guest house. Eat their food. Watch their TV. Never work again."
