CHAPTER 33

We're sat in my usual spot in the corner, waiting for our order of two hot chocolates. The lady who worked here glanced at Jake's hand before shaking her head disapprovingly. She silently handed me a first aid kit, her eyebrows raised. "Thank you." Jake said politely. "Does it hurt?" I ask him as I gently wipe the blood off his hand. He shook his head, clearly unaffected by the stinging it must be causing him. "Im used to it, I'm a tough cookie." He puffed his chest out in true gorilla fashion...