"Yvette?" Josh looked up upon getting a touch of a soft hand on his shoulder, and found Yvette looking right at him.
"You alright?" Her voice was really lowered, which was soothing to hear, as usual. Ah, if only everyone was as gentle and considerate as Yvette in the world. Or maybe he would be fine with the world, if there are people like Summer as well. Sarcastic, but never rude to anyone. As sweet as ever once you get to know her.
He shook his head violently. There he goes again, thinking about Summer. He never knew he was that much friend deprived, or he considered Summer that much of a close friend in this short timeline. "I'm fine... I guess."
"'Drunk?" Yvette asked again, this time in an even gentler tone than before.
"Nah. Barely finished the wine glass you poured there." His response sounded kinda brisk, and dry. Even he didn't like the tone of himself.
