It was just that Septimo seemed to be timider than Sixto was, but that only made him more endearing.
Vince could not help but touch his face. "Really? Thank you."
"You sing very well, Mr. Palmer." Septimo's heart was pounding as Vince touched his face.
"I'll sing it to you now, okay?" asked Vince.
Septimo could not believe his ears. "Will you, Mr. Palmer?"
Vince flashed him a smile and then started crooning
He had a beautifully deep and mellow voice. Not only was it manifested when he was on stage, but also when he crooned as he did now.
Everyone, including Septimo, Charlotte, and Sixto, was mesmerized by it.
All of a sudden, Linda walked over and said anxiously, "Mr. Palmer, we need to go."
Then, she cast Charlotte and her kids a wary glance.
Coming back to his senses, Vince nodded and glanced at Sixto and Septimo.
Sixto waved his hand at him and said, "Goodbye, Mr. Palmer."
