Norris Moore chuckled softly.
She lifted her head and looked not too far away.
In a quiet street, a black Bentley was parked.
A tall figure leaned against the car door, faint sparks flickered in the darkness.
Norris Moore gestured towards that direction, flipping her middle finger up.
"Sister Moore, what should I do with these flowers?"
With the bouquet in her arms, Fish Yummy asked, trailing behind Norris Moore.
"Throw them away."
"What?"
"What what? Just toss them."
Reluctantly, Fish Yummy had to throw the bouquet into a trashcan.
Norris Moore glanced in the direction of the Bentley one last time, then proudly lowered her head and stepped into the nanny car.
Trenton Smith put out his cigarette, watching as she climbed into her car, and he couldn't help but laugh.
