Sophia followed him to the house and stayed quiet, chewing her lip nervously and staying close to Gabe.
“Is dit Sophia?” PJ raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Sy rook warm, Gabe.“
"Shut up,” Gabe shoved him, rolling his eyes. “Yes, this is Sophia.”
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”