"Stay the hell away from her!" Brendan barks the moment he answers the video call.
"Well, hello to you too, cousin." Slate chirps from the other end of the line.
"I would ask how you are, but your flaring nostrils are all I need to know."
"Cut the crap Slate!" Brendan booms, hating his cousin's usual calm demeanour and he is in no mood for his chit chat either.
"By her, you mean the charmingly, beautiful and smart Natalie Brown I presume and the owner of this particular phone." Slate grins.
"Don't you dare!" Brendan thunders at Slates reference to Natalie but his cousin just flashes him his usual stupid smile, and Brendan wishes he could wipe that grin off of his face by giving him a taste of his knuckles.
"Ahhh...I'm in luck. It's so good to see this side of you cousin." Slate's
