Remo leaned in to whisper, "Act like a gentleman, Luca. Sara is finally making new friends in the company. Just let her have this."
"That guy has his hand draped over her shoulder," Luca ground out, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles in his neck stood out. His gaze remained locked on Sara's cluster of smiling colleagues on the field.
"Stop acting so ridiculously jealous," Remo admonished, shaking his head slowly at the completely uncharacteristic behavior his friend was displaying. "Look! He's removed his hand now." Remo tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "You never acted like this before. What in the world is wrong with you?"
Luca let out an audible sigh of frustration, rolling his eyes as if he were fighting an invisible impulse, and forcibly retreated a step back to his original place behind the railing. He needed this entire, noisy, infuriating sports event to be over immediately.
