Anthony Young saw Sophia Jackson staring at him with a resentful look and reluctantly put away his phone, "If you're not going in, I will."
Sophia nodded, seemingly nonchalant, "Go ahead. When Lyra gets here, I'll tell her what kind of person you are, so she'll stay away from you in the future."
"What kind of person am I?" Anthony pointed at himself.
Sophia: "We haven't been friends long enough for me to know that! Who knows if your heart is black or white."
"..." Anthony took a few steps away, then turned back angrily, "Can't you just pretend you didn't see anything?"
Sophia firmly replied, "So it really is Jack Smith!"
Anthony, expressionless: "It's not. And as for the Jack Smith you mentioned, I haven't seen him in years."
Sophia: "I only trust what my eyes see."
And the face she saw was Jack Smith's.
