Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(116)

“Are you going to just hide in that bush and stalk her or are you going to take action, big bro?” Max asked, ruffling the bushes.

“Fern says if you two continue to hide behind that bush, someone will find it suspicious and call the police,” Fern said, laying a hand on Hunter’s shoulder.

“Jesus, Fern.” Hunter glared at his friend. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” He turned back to Clarice and Anton, his eyes glued to the scene as they smiled at each other right before him. “Don’t sneak up on people like that. You were supposed to wait in the car until I signaled for you.”

“Fern is too granny. You’re in here too, so you’d be dragged along with us. And stop talking in third person. If you want Anton and Clarice to believe in your character, you have to act the part,” Max said.

“Fe—I got it.” Fern nodded to Max.

“Good. Are we ready, then?” Max asked.

“Yeah, but you go first since you’re the grandson,” Hunter urged Max.

“All right, watch the pro.” Max smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, ready for some good acting. He then donned his dark sunglasses. “This is how you act.” He came out of the bushes, and with his cool gait that he’d perfected in the mirror all last night, he walked to the entrance of the restaurant.

“Wait!” Hunter jumped out of the bush and pulled Max back by the collar.

“What?” Max scolded, turning to face Hunter. “I’m about to perform some magic here.”

“Can’t you just tone your outfit down a bit?” Hunter whispered, staring at Max’s long black wig, baggy jeans, and oversized hoodie. “Why do you have to wear that wig? You look like a punk.”

“Yeah? And you’re supposed to be a blind old man so shut up and act like a good blind grandpa would,” Max said just to irritate Hunter.

The truth to the long black wig was he was obsessed with his favourite anime show, No.6. He wanted to be like Rat, with his long black hair tied back in a ponytail. What harm was there in donning your favourite anime character in your daily life anyway? It was only cosplay. It just spiced up his life even more. And God knows how he’d prepared for this day. He’d been practicing his Rat persona since they’d concocted their plan at the grocery store. Now he had to get back in character all over again.

“You rascal.” Hunter seethed. “Wait until we finish this—”

“Grandpa, here we are,” Max shouted loudly, announcing their presence.

Clarice and Anton stared casually at the three strange patrons. With all three wearing sunglasses in the restaurant, they looked like three blind mice standing at the front entrance.

Clarice saw the old man with grayish-white hair, wearing dark shades, with a walking cane, his back bent a bit as if he’d suffered from arthritis throughout his hard years. Beside him was a kid, about Max’s age, wearing sunglasses too, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. He looked almost half Asian. Then there was the woman. It was so hard to determine her real age, but the grey hair gave off an old vibe. She looked very high class based on her clothes, from her Prada heels to her one-piece dress by Dolce and Gabbana and her Gucci handbag. The old lady exuded elegance, but again, she wore sunglasses like the rest of her family, the lenses so large it was hard to distinguish any facial features. They were a strange family, yet they reminded her of someone, especially that blind old man and that young guy.

“Strange family, aren’t they?” Anton voiced her opinion out loud.

“Mmm.” Clarice smiled, watching the eccentric group still standing at the door.