Asher opened the door of the luxury black car and slid into the front seat, his expression lazy but sharp. He closed the door with a soft thud and turned to look at the driver.
The boy beside him looked young...maybe just twenty. He had the kind of beauty that didn't seem real. His green eyes were bright yet unreadable, framed by long lashes that softened the sharpness of his face. High cheekbones, a straight nose, and perfectly sculpted lips gave him a look that felt almost divine. His dark hair fell lightly over his forehead, swaying slightly as he turned to glance at Asher, unreadable.
Asher grinned wide.
He leaned back in the seat and gave a thumbs-up. "Still same. Cool face. Boring inside," he joked, his accent thick, words slightly clumsy.
The older boy didn't react much. His eyes stayed ahead as he started the engine. "Still the same brat," he replied calmly, voice low and smooth.
"You no smile ever?" Asher asked, still grinning. "Even machine smile more than you."
