"What else could it be? Just waiting for Brother Kevin to completely dump her, and then you'll swoop in to pick her up!" Sophia Young pouted.
"That's not it!" Wester Welson shook his finger and beckoned her over with a hook of his finger, "Come here, and I'll tell you."
"Fine, I'll come! Who's afraid of who!" Sophia Young got up shakily and walked over to him, then allowed her body to flop into his arms, resting directly on his legs, "You can tell me now!"
"What I'm about to say is a huge secret. To be fair, you need to trade a secret with me," Wester Welson brushed away the strands of hair on her cheeks, smiling drunkenly.
"Secret? I'm not like you, hoarding a bellyful of secrets. I don't have any secrets!"
"Then I can't tell you my secret…" Wester Welson also leaned back and closed his eyes.
