"Don't blame the beer, silly. I was just happy that I found 'Sir James' and now… I can hang them side by side," Olivia said while wiping the lone tear that smeared the light coat of make-up on her face with a finger.
"You have to thank me for letting you win." Olivia moved her gaze from the portrait to the "ten-year-old" beside her who had a smug look on his face. She playfully tapped his arms while saying, "I have won him fair and square. Why were you antsy to get your hands on him anyway?"
"I promised an old friend to collect it for her," Maxen replied, his voice almost a whisper. Olivia cocked an eyebrow with what she heard. She felt a sudden prick in her heart after hearing him mention a girl, which was totally not a sign of jealousy… so she coined it curiosity, that she couldn't help but ask, "Old friend… or old flame?"
"Old friend. Nothing else."
