Louis Snyder was only looking at Hannah.
She was standing under a tree, light and shadows gently fell across her eyes and eyebrows. Her gaze moved over Louis and landed on Matthew Quach at last, "Matthew, stop messing around."
"Me, messing around?" Even when facing the camera, Matthew had no intention of holding back his temper. He glanced around and finally knocked over a palm-sized stone, "Are you interested in him?"
Hannah looked at him, "You're only seven years old, where did you learn to say such things?"
Matthew couldn't help but choke a little, mumbling, "I knew it, you women fall in love with every man you see."
Mimicking Hannah's demeanor, he folded his arms and couldn't help but peek at Hannah when he didn't get a response. He saw her talking with Louis and couldn't resist huffing.
Hannah's gaze fell on Louis, her face passive, "Are you hurt?"
Louis, looking somewhat weak, mustered a smile, "I'm fine, he didn't mean it."
