Ada stepped into Angelo's. A crowd of River Boys huddled around the bar. They jeered loudly, drinks in hand. Ada frowned in confusion. Why were they here so early? It was barely 12pm.
From behind the bar, Brax saw her. "Hey boys." He called.
Almost immediately the jeers ceased, and the boys fell quiet. They parted from the middle, revealing who stood at the centre of the bustle...
Marco.
He looked more unkempt than the last time she had seen him. His lip had been busted but had partially healed. His hair stood flatter then usual. But It was all still him. He was still him.
Marco's eyes glinted when he saw her.
Ada took a breath. Relief washed over her.
Marco beamed.
"Boys," Brax started. "Get lost, eh?"
The boys chuckled and shuffled away to the balcony of the restaurant, drinks in hand.
Marco strolled towards Ada.
"Hey." He said through a grin.
"You're out." She stated plainly.
He nodded. "Yep."
"I didn't know you were going to be released today."
Marco shrugged. "I wanted to keep it a surprise."
"A month late is what you call a surprise?"
He scoffed and deflated slightly. "I knew you'd be upset about that. I'm sorry."
She glowered at him.
"Have you been alright though?" Marco asked her.
She fiddled with her fingers. "I guess."
"I'm really happy to see you." He reached out his hand to her.
A small smile escaped from her lips. "Me too." She took his hand.
"Hey Marco!" Heath called out. "How about we get some booze for a River Boy Beach party later? Celebrate properly, eh?"
Marco casts his glance to him. He chuckled but then glimpsed back to Ada.
"Uh, actually," he stammered, "I'm going to spend some time with my girlfriend first."
Ada admired him.
The boys booed and heckled. Marco shrugged it off.
"Do you want to go?" He asked Ada.
Ada smiled and nodded.
Ada sat on Marco's bed, waiting.
He strode back into the room in a towel.
"Feel better?" She asked.
"Yeah, definitely. I couldn't wait to wash that juvey smell off me."
He leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of her nose.
"I missed you." He admitted.
"Yeah?" She teased him, moving her body back onto the bed.
He moved closer. "Yeah."
"Well then," She whispered, "You shouldn't be so stupid, should you?"
She rubbed her nose against his. He smirked and dropped his towel to the floor.
She giggled.
"I guess not."
He nuzzled his face in her neck. Her head fell back, and she ran her fingers through his jet black hair.
