Emotional Support Hitman

He walked over, grabbed a bottle of water from the bar, twisted the cap, and tossed it to Kaelen.

Kaelen caught it one-handed, but didn’t drink.

Roth leaned his elbows on the counter.

“Look, brother. She likes you. It’s obvious. You said it yourself—she didn’t pull away, she said she believes you, and you two almost kissed. That doesn’t happen if she’s indifferent.”

Roth stepped closer, voice