บท 335: Weak

«Hey, pretty lady,» said Renato's friend.

Samantha rolled her eyes. They had first said she shouldn't have been there, but then they tried hitting on her.

«Mind your words, Ale,» Renato murmured in a low tone, his voice almost a growl.

«Hey, don't be angry, bro,» he added. «Isn't she pretty? I don't have ill intentions, I swear! Unless the lady is interested, of course...»

He winked again, not concerned by Samantha's gaze. She was looking at him like an idiot, subconsciously squeezing Renato's hand.

She had always been pretty; what was that all of a sudden? No one had approached her so bluntly before... Not even during her best days. And she was sure that she wasn't looking so good after a whole night of worries and tending to a dying man.

«Let's go,» she said, her attention back on Renato. He should have rested a little more instead of standing and talking back to the others in his pack.