Jill Malik P.O.V

"What are you doing here, son?" The old man, Flynn's dad, asked astonished as he looked back and forth at Flynn and I. "And who is this lady? Why are you on my table?"

"Dad, as far as I know this is a public park." 

His mom giggled. "Oh honey, you don't know the history don't you?"

"What history?" Flynn asked confused, he loosened his grip from my waist. I took that as an opportunity to get off his lap. I straightened my skirt and sat down next to him, looking at his parents. 

They were old. Probably in their late fifties or early sixties. Now, I...