"What's the argument about?" Trenton Smith's voice sounded a bit languid as he looked down at Norris Moore, who was holding onto his arm.
"Nothing." Norris glanced at Norton Foster, who was leaning against the wall expressionlessly, and then silently withdrew her gaze.
Now, between her and Norton Foster, neither could stand the sight of each other because Amelia Miller stood in between them.
Trenton looked at the undisguised disgust in her eyes and raised an eyebrow slightly but didn't say anything else. Instead, he asked, "Are you hungry?"
Norris hadn't eaten much the night before, and coming in the morning, she hadn't eaten anything at all. Now, nearing noon, she was famished. She nodded, "Mm."
He smiled and took her hand. "Let's go get something to eat."
At home, Trenton ate both Chinese and Western dishes, perhaps to accommodate Norris. Outsiders, however, always saw him going to Western restaurants.
Norris guessed that he might prefer Western food.
