Kaden laughed at her delivery, enjoying the quick sass of her as he realised that it wasn’t as if she was in any position of authority - this wasn’t a bar, wasn’t anyplace that he could be kicked out of for being too young. And besides, it didn’t matter if Luna believed him, Ava certainly had - or didn’t care enough to be suspicious. The memory of making out with Ava bolstered him, and he leaned over the island and snatched an olive. Kaden kind of hated olives, but admitting that was something a child would do, and he might not be eighteen, but her certainly wasn’t a child.
Maybe he shouldn’t be eating olives though. Maybe she was going to taste it on his tongue.