Zane finally dropped her to the ground, but she didn't let go of his neck she was clinging on to.
"I can't believe you're really here. I'm really looking at you right now. What has it been? Eight years?" She asked, whilst cheesing hard.
"Look at you," he poked her dimples. "You're all grown up."
Ares fist folded and released at intervals, as he stared daggers at the duo.
"You're the one to talk. I missed you so much. How could you have just left without telling me?" She whined as she rested her head on his chest.
He chuckled. "Didn't you tell me it was better I leave the states because I didn't belong here?"
"Well you broke my heart. I was saving face," she said and laughed.
The princess cleared her throat, and Angel suddenly remembered where she was.
She stepped back immediately, and turned around.
"Oh, Zane, this is the princess of Prague. Princess, this is Tony's son, Zane," she introduced.
