With no hesitation, Flynn Reid released Glenn Hutchinson and darted to Flossie Wright's side. He took Flossie's slightly chilly hand. An elusive hint of a smile lifted the corners of his typically icy demeanor.
Not bothering with anyone else, Flossie Wright pulled Flynn Reid through the doors of the restaurant.
At the same time, the previously drowsy waiter perked up at the sight of customers. He approached with an ear-to-ear grin, as enthusiastic as he was courteous, practically bursting with eager hospitality.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
Watching Flossie Wright lead Flynn Reid inside, a woman sidled up to Glenn Hutchinson who had yet to move. With a teasing glint in her eye, she aimed a smile at Glenn, asking him a question.
Glenn Hutchinson's eyebrows drew together, his gaze cool and steady on her. His expression was stern, creating an air of detachment.
However, the woman persisted. A knowing smirk played at her lips, "I can see it – you like her, but she doesn't like you."
