With shallow breaths, white mist spewed from his mouth.
Sam looked at the other person, finding their words somewhat amusing. It was like both knew certain things yet still spoke words that would make the other disbelieve.
Sam chuckled. He didn't think it was good to dwell on this matter any longer. Especially such easily derailed topics weren't his purpose for coming here.
"Aren't you going home yet, senior? My task is to see you home."
Isabella looked at Sam curiously, blinking her lively yet sometimes melancholic eyes. "Do you really want me to go home?"
Sam gave a wry smile. "Come on, senior, stop teasing me. It's late, and you've had quite a bit to drink. Besides going home, doing anything else wouldn't be safe."
Isabella pondered for a moment. "But rushing home after drinking feels like being a deserted puppy, doesn't it feel pitiful?"
"How could it be... Aren't I here with you?"
"That makes two of us then!"
