The car stopped in the hotel parking lot.
Door opened, door closed.
Without a word, both sat in the driver's seat and the passenger's seat.
"Something you want to talk about?"
Flossie Wright's voice was soft, her slight confusion drifting in the quiet night air, causing no disturbance.
Glenn Hutchinson inserted the key, but didn't start the car.
At the sound, he turned his head to look at Flossie beside him.
The light was far away, visibility was poor, and everything seemed shrouded in a hazy layer.
Flossie was shrouded in shadows, her duckbill cap placed aside, yet she was still enveloped in a blurry halo. A gentle breeze entered from the window, sweeping away her short hair and revealing her jade-like neck.
As she looked at him, her eyes were as dark as ink and her gaze was sharp and intense, piercing to the heart.
"Yes."
Glenn Hutchinson uttered the word softly.
With a slight frown, Flossie's sharp aura receded a bit, her expression indifferent.
