"Ms. Aria, you're drunk." Brandon Heath sighed softly, his eyes filled with self-blame. "It's all my fault for not stopping you, letting you drink so much. Are you feeling uncomfortable now? Let me take you home to rest, okay?"
"I'm not drunk!"
Aria Rowlett slapped the table with a loud "pop," swaying as she stood up. She bit her lip and glared at him. "Who said I'm drunk? It was just a little bit of alcohol. How could I possibly be drunk? Go home? I don't want to go home right now. I don't want to go home."
Brandon Heath was now absolutely certain that she was indeed drunk.
And quite severely so.
Hearing that she didn't want to go home, he asked patiently, "Don't want to go home? Then where do you want to go?"
Aria tilted her head, thought for a moment, and showed him a bright smile mixed with cheeky playfulness. She blinked her eyes and said, "Brandon, didn't you say you'd give me a surprise? What's the surprise you prepared for me? Can I know now?"
