"Sure." Viola Thompson nodded slightly.
Dante Parkin was overjoyed, immediately took out his phone, and took a selfie with Viola.
After taking the first picture, Dante was somewhat dissatisfied, "Beautiful Thompson, this angle shows my double chin. Can we take another one?"
He thought Viola might not have the patience, but instead of impatience, Viola smiled and said, "Sure."
She looked very nice when she smiled.
Her eyes curved up.
A shallow dimple formed on each of her cheeks, as if inviting others to be drawn in.
Even Dante, a girl, couldn't help but stare.
Dante immediately took out her phone and snapped another photo.
The second photo was taken at a much better angle, and Dante, satisfied, put away her phone, picked up a wine glass from the table, "Beautiful Thompson, here's a toast to you! Wishing you success in your studies and a bright future!"
"Thank you," Viola picked up her own glass, "and I wish you all the best and a smooth path."
