"Hey, mister." Luka stationed himself beside Ivik who had a mug of coffee in his hands. "What's your name?"
Ivik set aside his coffee mug. "You can call me Ivik."
"Ivik," Avery piped up. "Why won't you play with us?"
Ivik's gaze shifted from Luka to Avery. The way he tousled her chestnut...