She walked over, like a flower blown down by the wind, landing right before my eyes.
"Ah, my little nephew, you're here too?" Hannah linked her arm into Arnold's, waving at Jimmy in front of her, "Were you having a heart-to-heart with your uncle?"
Jimmy's gaze shifted from Arnold to Hannah, and after a moment of silence, he finally said, "You could say that."
Arnold placed his hand on Hannah's slightly cool shoulder. The palm of his hand was warm and dry, continuously transferring warmth to her.
"Has the banquet ended?"
With a bend in her brows and eyes, Hannah's hand naturally rested on Arnold's waist as she looked up at him, "Not yet, but it should be soon."
After she spoke, she turned to Jimmy, "On my way here, I saw George seemed to be having trouble; don't you think you should go and check on him?"
This was her way of telling him to leave.
Jimmy, the lightbulb, was indeed a bit too bright.
