Theme 01: Jealousy
Luke's POV
"What the hell does she see in him anyways?!" I wished I had laser eyes. Because not only would that be freaking awesome, but then I would be able to zap a certain bar chef out of existence. The same chef who lingered far too long at Angela's, the island's new farmer, table.
I didn't like it one bit, the way he leaned so casually against her table, smiling and chatting with her as she cut the food he had served into smaller bite size pieces. What was he doing? He'd never served food before and never to girls! I was starting to get really pissed off when I heard a chuckle from beside me.
"What's the matter pal?" Owen clamped a hand on my shoulder, "Getting jealous?"
"Jealous?!" I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "As if that strawberry even has a chance of stealing my Angie!"
I must've shouted that last part as suddenly the sissy chef's head snaps in our direction. I glare back as his violet eyes narrow. From beside him, I saw Angela flush red and that gave me the encouragement to do what I did next.
Boldly I jumped onto the table, pointing my finger at them. Owen gaped, "Hey, what are you d-"
"You hear me Angie?" I shouted, grinning, "Don't fall for that strawberry's tricks, because one day I'm gonna marry you!"
"Luke get down from there!" Kathy shrieked tossing an empty cocktail glass at my head. I ducked, and the wine glass shattered against the wall behind me as I hopped off the table and made a mad dash out of the bar and into the night.