Ethan Smith didn't care about the dance party, he just wanted to see Emily Taylor.
It was evening.
A Bentley from Capital City pulled up at the door.
Emily Taylor rolled down the window and waved at Ethan Smith.
Ethan Smith hurriedly ran to the car.
"Get in," Emily Taylor winked.
Ethan Smith climbed into the car and sat next to Emily Taylor.
Maybe it was the balmy weather, but a blush spread across Emily Taylor's cheeks, making her even more captivating under the moonlight.
Ethan Smith stared at Emily Taylor, utterly spellbound.
"Have you had enough?" Emily Taylor playfully smacked Ethan Smith's head.
Ethan Smith finally snapped out of it, wiping his nose awkwardly.
"I have some good news for you," Emily Taylor said.
"What?" Ethan Smith asked quickly.
Emily Taylor chuckled, "Recently, the Hill family's products market share in Chuzzle has been steadily declining. In just a few days, it has fallen by nearly ten percent."
