(KRYSTAL'S POV)
Bowling alleys aren't usually my scene. They smell like cheap beer and disinfectant. The kind of place where middle-aged men with dad bods try to reclaim their youth over cheap nachos and bad lighting. And don't even get me started on that annoying squeak of shoes against the polished floors.
But tonight? Tonight, I could get used to it. Maybe it's because Valentino Vipera decided this was our post-chaos hangout spot.
I plant my hands on my hips and look at him. "You've done this before, right?"
Val grabs a bowling ball, running his thumb through the holes. "Kay, I'm Italian. We practically invented the ball."
I squint at him. "That's not even remotely true."
He flashes that cocky grin of his. "Prove it."
He walks to the lane with way too much confidence, lines up, breathes, then releases. The ball rolls down in a lazy curve… then veers right off into the gutter.
I bite my lip, trying not to laugh, but it's useless. "Wow. That's just… sad."
