Svetlana looked back and forth between Azrael and the boys who all of a sudden looked like they were ready for a fight. "Hey, no one's talking to you here," the first one said. "She can speak for herself!"
"Come on, gorgeous. Want to go for a swim?"
Svetlana bit her lip, looking nervous. The boys were attractive enough, in that obvious way. They knew it too. And it wasn't like she was really with Azrael, right? She wanted to be, but that wasn't something she could have, so why shouldn't she go off with boys her age when they asked. "I- That's very kind of you-" she stammered.