Betsy Russell raises her hand and checks the time on her wrist. After a while, she says, "It's nine thirty now, I should go home."
As she says it, she leans her head against Jared Hughes's chest, rubbing slightly in his arms like a small kitten yearning for sleep.
Jared Hughes looks at Betsy Russell on his chest. His heart instantly softens, and he asks softly, "Can you walk now, baby?"
"What are you talking about!" Betsy Russell raises her head from Jared Hughes's chest, plumping her unsatisfied lips, and emphasizes, "I am not drunk!"
Jared Hughes looks at Betsy Russell's appearance and can't help but laugh, "Okay, you're right, you're not drunk, let's go home now!"
"Hm." Betsy Russell nods seriously.
Jared Hughes leads the way and takes her towards the elevator.
For some reason, Betsy Russell feels particularly at peace, as if being with Jared Hughes, no matter where she goes, she would never be afraid.
