FRIENDLY HANDSHAKE.

Wondering if he should go to them and disentangle them from the hug that was getting too long already, Zeke slammed his palm on the table and forced a loud cough.

Shortly after, Elena broke the hug and stared at the man who gently moved his hand from her waist and dropped them on her shoulders.

“Oh, my God, what is this glow coming from you?” He teased and pinched her cheek.

“Oh, please, Ramon.”

“I am serious!” He laughed.

On the other hand, Zeke rolled his eyes and hissed. What was funny?

How much he wished he could go over there and slap the stupid laughter off that man’s face.

“Well… if you say so,” Elena shrugged.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming!”

Ramon laughed again. “I guess my surprise worked.”

“When I heard that you were outside, I chose not to believe it because you could be pulling a prank on me. You are good at that anyway.”

“I came with mum and dad,” he smiled.

“My parents are back?”

“Yeah. I went to Qatar to meet them.”

When Elena had moved from the US six years ago,