They were standing on the runway, waiting for the limo to arrive. Lillian was red in the face, unable to look at Lucas but inwardly happy. She had woken up to find herself snuggled on his shoulder. Lucas did not even move from that spot, letting her sleep in peace while he was elegantly reading a book.
In fact, he did not even scold her for leaving drool on his shirt.
She cleared her throat and wiped her mouth, trying to look presentable. Lucas was wearing a long coat over his dark shirt. His eyes were covered with black shades and his hair was slightly tousled thanks to the wing. Lillian could not help gape at him.
He looks like a runway model, she thought dreamily. Lucas sighed, feeling a pair of green eyes ogling at him.
"You have drool on your chin," he said, breaking her reverie.
"Eh?" she squeaked and quickly took out a mirror to check her face. Her eyes were a little baggy and there really was drool on her chin!
