"What took you so long? I told you, my stomach's growling," Liam complained, lips curled into an exaggerated pout.
Nick scratched the back of his neck, feigning sheepishness, while Georgia blushed furiously behind him. Their hands remained linked as they stepped into the dining room, her body still betraying traces of what had delayed them.
Ella's brows furrowed as her eyes darted to Georgia. "What happened to your legs?" she asked, concern softening her voice after seeing her best friend walking weirdly.
"Right—she slipped," Nick cut in smoothly, squeezing Georgia's hand before letting go. "That's why we took a while. I had to… massage her leg for a bit."
His answer was met with a pair of skeptical stares from Vicky and Liam, their expressions caught between disbelief and amusement.
Oliver, however, didn't even bother hiding the smirk tugging at his lips. One glance at Georgia's walk and he already knew exactly what happened.
